The next day, Waverly woke to Sawyer climbing out of bed. His chiselled back was facing her, and she smiled as she stretched, remembering running her hands along it the night before.
“Good morning,” she said as she yawned.
Sawyer turned his head to her and gave her a closed lipped smile. “Good morning.”
He grabbed a shirt off the floor and sniffed it before throwing it over his head and covering his torso.
“Where are you headed?” Waverly asked, sitting up in bed. Her hair was knotted in some places in the back of her head and her eyes were barely open, but she automatically leaned her head upwards as Sawyer came around the bed and kissed her.
“To see Darren. Maybe he can help me figure out exactly what he needs so we can get a better sense of things,” he replied as he made his way to the master bathroom.