Catherine stirred as a light gentle breath tickled the back of her neck and a clammy yet familiar hand grazed across her stomach as she turned to face her best friend and lover.
“Morning Cath,” Warrick whispered.
Catherine smiled at him. “I thought you were going home,” she murmured softly.
Warrick pulled Catherine tighter into his embrace, gently caressing her face. “That was the plan but then I decided that I wanted to hear some more compliments so I let myself in.”
Catherine kissed him on his chest. “Maybe later, I’m tired,” she whispered as she drifted back to sleep.