Ford caught the other man's yawn and raised one hand to cover his mouth. He set his tea down on the counter so that he could stretch again with his other arm, reaching back until he could feel his shoulder muscles ripple appreciatively. "Don't feel bad," he said, through the tail end of the yawn. "I'm the one who suggested it. And tomorrow's only Friday, anyway. Fridays aren't that big of a deal."

Set by Lady!

Set by Lady!