A smile twitched at the corner of her lips, uncertain, unsure. She sipped at her tea, wincing at its sweetness on her tongue. He free hand reached up to fit close over his, loosely interlacing her fingers with his own. "Yoga?" she asked, half-heartedly, finding herself disappointed with the suggestion the moment she spoke it. She leaned back into his grip, glancing up, looking over her own shoulder to meet his eyes. She felt whatever resolve she had slipping away, dissolving the longer she felt the heat of him through her thin pyjamas. Fiona would approve of this, she thought; it was good to have companionship, particularly when one was in such dire need. "Melatonin? What does Doctor Allen recommend?"
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