Everything would be fine. She had four years to enjoy him. To be with him as much as she could before she had to go home. She would make the most of it.
"Breakfast." she agreed and gave him one last kiss before reluctantly moving off of him. She ran her hand over his chest then slid from the bed, a little mischeif in her eyes. "But fisrt, I think a shower." Gripping her confidence, she strode toward the bathroom, her hips swaying. Seems the more she was with him, the more of herself she found.
"Coming?" If she had her way, he'd be coming in more than one way. Seems there was some fire in the shy, little Savannah.