As the movie went on, he would become aware of the stillness of her body, her head never leaving his chest.
She smiled slightly, looking down at him, her hand brushing his chest. She leaned down and kissed his temple before checking her watch. 1:36 am. She groaned, running her hand through her hair. She slipped out of bed and turned off the TV.
She looked down at him, giving him a small smile. "Yep. Day's over, see?" she said, showing him her watch.
"We have the rest of the week to be lazy, Francis," she murmured, giving him a light kiss. "But right now I need to shower."