"All my fuss woke you up, didn't it?" I don't need to see his face to know that he's blushing; I do find him so endearingly predictable. "I am sorry for that, but glad you're here now. Which I suppose means I'm not really sorry at all."

I continue to smile at him, and brush my thumb along his. I remember half-joking to John that I might try harder to seduce him, but I don't think that's what I'm doing now at all. I just like having both of them close, whatever form that might take or where it might lead.