Until Next… II 32B

It was past three when they all got up and left. Except for Sawyer actually, who thought it wise to clear up everything they had used and make it easier in the morning. Late morning at this point. With the living room back to the way it was; food free, dish free, bottle free, he plunged the room into darkness with a flick of a switch and headed up stairs.

Raina was in his room. On his bed. Sawyer raised a brow and the corner of his mouth in a smirk of wonder at how long he had been downstairs. His hand holding on to the door knob, he looked at her sitting up in her nightie, the blanket over her lower half with a smile and a look on her face that though sweet, asked permission he couldn’t refuse. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. He didn’t say anything. And neither did she. He took his pajama trousers and went straight for the bathroom.