[Day 169 Morning]
[She shifts away from the fake sun, streaming through a part in the curtains. You know, that was the nice thing about living in the shelter. No unexpected sunshine in the morning. But in this case, she just curls up closer to the man in her bed.
No, that's not right. His bed. His place. His curtains. His scent. His skin.
Her fingers run up his bare side. There's a definite lack of clothing happening here. There's also only the barest wakefulness happening here. No solid thoughts yet.]