The Second Year and After Chapter 79
Sheila and I were tired, sated, warm and cosy. We therefore slept like logs for the rest of the night. I don't think either of us stirred a muscle. The next thing I knew, there was a vague grey daylight creeping through the small gaps in the shutters, and Adrian was standing a few feet away from us, getting dressed. I sleepily lifted myself up on my elbows, causing my entwined bed companion to stir also as her head slipped off my chest. "What time is it?" "Eight fifteen. I need to get...