Jeremiah La'Rue was bruised, sore, sweaty, and spent. Yet that soft smile of his never falter; even as his bare chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. For a moment his gaze just drifted to her, a hand softly resting against the side of her face as his thumb brushed across those soft lips of hers. Already that exhaustion was started to settle in. Drifter's mind awash with booze, weed, and the cloud of bliss that rolled in after his orgasm faded at last. There was no rush to get up at all, nor any effort to have her leave. For the time being Miah just leaned in to offer a little kiss before closing his eyes at last. The warmth of Jo's body felt so very good; just holding her there against him, savoring the sensation of bare bodies rest against each other. He was sated and content, high and pleasantly buzzed, and with ease Jeremiah drifted off to sleep on the couch with her right there in his arms.