he was asleep 

             someone bound into bedHiya, good morning. girl

he slept on his backthey were at his right hip which

                                                         he didnt open his eyes to see

Are you awake? he knew the tart the minx

I am Im up

No. Your eyes are closed you’re not.

I am in a manner of speaking accidentally turning onto her side she bumped him with her arm 

                                                                                             Ooh. You are.   

lazilyhe smiled  Yes wake every morning ahead of the game

she giggled 

            We could cuddle, I’d like a pillow. 

he didnt sleep with his head on one laid them to either side must have been restless sleeping in unfamiliarthough welcoming digsdidnt remember  both pillows were left of his head 

                                                                     Thasnot a good idea

I can get it.

Yacoud imagining her leaning across him he twitched but if I were you I woudnt

Then get me one. 

   Get ya one 

                Since Im me I shoudnt

What are you talking about?are you going to open your eyes?

Im fine as I am thank you

I can get it. her breath tickled his face she smelled like warm fresh buttered bread dusted with cinnamon and sugar  he felt the weight of her breasts wedging his arm

Yacoud get it though thamight not be wise whawoud your mother think  she leaned heavierhe grew harder

Wise? she teased 

                   Like her she wouldnt think shed do if I did . . what’s in it for me?

In it For you 

               OhIdsay theres a lot of possibilities in it  for you 

gigglingshe leaned over him anlike a native brown trout he rose to her bait

AM,  Twosday – D-Day,  6  6. 23