"A repeat will come, I'm sure of that," George said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, "perhaps in the morning. If you don't get tired of me and kick me out before then." He smirked and ran a hand through her hair with gentle strokes.
George was no stranger to casual sex with lovely ladies, but the number of them that he had spent any meaningful time with afterward was very small. He often forgot how nice it could be.
"I know how you feel," he said, "life goes on whether you want it to or not, and sometimes people get left behind."