Michael arched a brow. "Morning," he replied in a lilted tone. Was it still morning? He hadn't looked at the clock, but had assumed it was past noon. Maybe it wasn't.
He relaxed his brow and drank in the sight of Hawke. Damn. His room mate was hot. He sighed. Despite the midnight kiss, he didn't think there was much hope for anything more than casual roommates.
"The coffee smells like a godsend." He went to the cupboard to get himself a mug. Coffee felt like the cure for everything right then, and he was definitely jonesing for it.