The lazy rhythm of the morning was hard to shake, but eventually, the comfort of the bed gave way to the buzz of reality tapping at the edges of their stillness.
Olivia was the first to move, her arm stretching out with a quiet groan before she blinked herself awake.
Her green eyes met Izan's, who was already watching her with a smug grin on his face, head propped up on his hand like he had all the time in the world.
"We should probably get up," she murmured, voice husky with sleep, her cheek still half-pressed into his chest.
"We should. I don't want Mikel on my ass," Izan agreed but made no move to do so.
They stayed like that for a moment longer, suspended in the comfort of knowing they didn't have to rush.
Olivia finally rolled away with a reluctant sigh and sat up on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"I'm going to King's today," she said, turning slightly to glance at him.
