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The sun was up and birds were making a racket in the shrubs outside the bedroom window when Keely awoke. She realized where she was when she inhaled the smell of fresh coffee. Jerry was already up. Tim still lay beside her, and she had burrowed close to his warmth in the early morning chill. He didn’t seem to mind.
Just then, Jerry came back into the bedroom, still nude and carrying two tall mugs of coffee. “No complaints about the room service in this flophouse,” he warned. “It’s time you two sleepyheads came back to life. This should do the job.”
The coffee smelled heavenly, and Keely told him so as she sat up and took one of the mugs. Normally, she would have felt a bit uncomfortable to be sitting there without a stitch of clothes on in front of two equally naked men, but after all they had shared, that would have been absurd. They’d both seen every inch of her and seemed to like the view. And she could not complain about either of them. It really didn’t seem to matter.