He paused at the gapped door of the bedroom. She lay propped on pillows gazing at her phone in the yellow light of the bedside lamp. The soft pine-green cotton covered her but enough cleavage bloomed above the sheet to intimate that she was nude-at least up top.
“So, you’re opting for the open door? I warn you, the cats will be in here looking for breakfast at five-which really isn’t that far off.”
“Thought you could close it for me.”
“Has to be bolted from the inside”, he said.
Craning her neck slightly in his direction pulled the sheet slightly, exposing a bit more of her breasts. It was certainly warm enough to go without a covering so the sheet was for modesty’s sake, not comfort. Though they could be the same thing.
He stepped into the room to look down on her. She met his eyes.
“You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“I know”, she said wearing the same half-smile that she had most of the day. “I think that’s probably why I want to.”