"You're up?"
Flossie Wright poked her head out from under the covers and glanced up to see Glenn Hutchinson sitting up.
Glenn Hutchinson gave her a quick look, "You can sleep a little longer."
Upon hearing this, Flossie's brow twitched slightly, and she immediately tossed aside the covers and sat up in bed.
"..."
Glenn Hutchinson looked at her, bemused.
After a moment, as if realizing something, Glenn asked with a certain helplessness, "Aren't you tired?"
"Not as tired as you are." Flossie gave him a sidelong glance.
"..."
Glenn's face darkened.
This girl slept for less than two hours and yet acts so lively, telling him she's not tired. Is it really him who's lacking?
So, he raised his hand, stopping Flossie from putting on clothes, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling them both back down onto the bed.
"Stay with me for a bit longer." He held her tightly, and Glenn's voice, though hoarse, brimmed with gentleness.
