A pair of veiny red eyes glared scornfully at at the alarm clock, as if that gesture alone would make it stop.
When that ultimately failed, a hand reached over and muted the mechanical pest.
"Thanks," yawned Gwen.
"My pleasure," Kevin groaned cynically.
Gwen briefly massaged her eyes before rising out of bed, putting on a shirt, and opening the blinds on the window that overlooked the streets below.
Kevin slowly sat up in the bed, letting the sheets uncover his bare chest as he loosened his grip on them.
Bright lights settled into the room and provided a halo-like trace of Gwen's figure.
Her back faced Kevin, to his lustful, if brief, delight.
"Hey," he said, briefly letting go of his fantasizing, "isn't that my shirt?"
Gwen looked down at the shirt she wore, which was, in fact, the shirt Kevin had worn the previous night.
"Sorry, Kevin."
"Don't apologize; I just forgot how cute you looked in it."
"Oh," she felt her cheeks turn a soft pink. "Thank you."
It was good to be back.
Neither of them had plans for that day, so they were in no hurry to do anything.
Yet they were surely determined to make the most of their time back together.
For example, Gwen was looking through the kitchen pantry with a small sense of urgency.
"Something wrong?" Kevin asked, admiring the way she bent over.
She stood up and leaned backward towards the counter, "I was going to make coffee, but I think we're out of sugar."
"No, we're not," he approached her. "I got a pinch of some right here."
"You do?" Gwen asked.
Kevin immediately answered her with a firm pinch on her butt.
She opened her mouth to squeal, but Kevin's lips were quick to react.
Soon, they were back in bed, having skipped the coffee.
It was good to be back.