Her shoes were outside the door, caked with mud.
Her jacket was slung over a chair, tossed in a hurry.
Her shirt was on the hallway floor.
Her jeans were on his bedroom floor.
John followed the trail, a bit perplexed. He almost couldn't find her, until he saw her hair poking out from under his comforter. She had herself balled up in a cocoon, snoring softly. He chuckled and left her to sleep.
He joined her later that night, and she was still sound asleep. She barely stirred when he untucked one side of her cocoon and slid in, wrapping his arms around her waist.
The next morning, rather late into the morning, she finally awoke. John propped himself up on his elbow, smiling down at her. "Good morning," he murmured softly.
She smiled back, eyes sliding shut sleepily. "Morning."
"You were tired, eh? As your doctor, I can't help but be concerned." He flashed her a smirk when she peeked at him with one eye.
"Well, I may or may not have stayed up for three days, so yeah, I was a little tired."
He bent down to kiss her forehead. "Feeling better now?"
Sebastia smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down. "Much," she mumbled against his lips.