Ryan hauled himself out of bed at the sound of his alarm. He grimaced as he shut it off. Sitting at the foot of bed, he squinted at the bathroom door. Fucking Bentley. He was already in there, taking a shower and being the stupidly productive jackass he was.
As he rubbed a hand tiredly over his face, Ryan heard sluggish shuffling behind him. A warm body pressed up against his back. He felt bad for waking her on the weekends like this. Granted Lilah woke because she wanted to see them off, but he still felt bad.
Soft, dry lips pressed a line of chaste kisses across his back, and he shivered. Lilah pulled away a little to scratch his back gently and methodically. Every once in awhile, she would pause to focus on a certain spot before continuing. He loved when she touched him like this; she was so meticulous and attentive about it. Ryan found himself torn between falling back the fuck to sleep and being aroused beyond belief.