Max woke up the next morning later than usual. The faint gray light of early morning filtered through the curtains, giving the bedroom a soft, quiet glow. His phone was vibrating somewhere near the bedside table, the steady buzzing slowly pulling him out of sleep.
Still groggy, he shifted slightly, but Jennifer's arm was draped loosely across his face, her hand resting over his eyes like she had claimed the space without realizing it.
Max exhaled quietly and lifted her hand gently, careful not to wake her. Jennifer barely reacted, only murmuring something softly in her sleep as he moved her arm aside.
After the sex last night she had fallen asleep almost instantly, and now she was sprawled across the bed in a messy sleeping position, the blanket half tangled around her legs and her hair scattered across the pillow. For someone who carried herself so calmly during the day, she was a surprisingly chaotic sleeper.
