He was too lazily comfortable, now, to move, but he had felt the bed shift beside him, and seen movement out of the corner of his eye. He barely lifted his head from the pillow; this was his house, he wasn’t going anywhere – and he supposed it made sense (was for the best) that she couldn’t stay.
He wouldn’t have cared if she had, selfishly; but at least she was conscious of her reputation.
She looked better like this, Yassine thought blearily; hair mussed and half-dressed, and relaxed in a way debutantes so rarely were – he watched her for a moment, considering whether he would be better off feigning sleep so she could slip out with a little of her dignity, rather than made to feel a hussy. Eventually, though – “Something you need?”
He wouldn’t have cared if she had, selfishly; but at least she was conscious of her reputation.
She looked better like this, Yassine thought blearily; hair mussed and half-dressed, and relaxed in a way debutantes so rarely were – he watched her for a moment, considering whether he would be better off feigning sleep so she could slip out with a little of her dignity, rather than made to feel a hussy. Eventually, though – “Something you need?”
