Snippet #2745658

Amira woke up the next morning and sat up and just stared at her room for a second. She remembered the back rubs and everything but she didnt remember getting to bed. She wondered if she wandered up here or if she fell asleep mid massage and Weston had brought her up. She blinked and stared at the bra that was hanging from her head board and fell over and groaned into her pillow. She sighed and got up and checked the time. It was too late for their run, and Weston shouldnt be running with the injury he got from that bush. She got up and slipped into shorts and a tank top and knocked on Westons door, her hair still very much a mess since she wasnt going anywhere now that it was the week end, and went down stairs and stood with the fridge open, staring at it with one hand on her hip.