“Since always,” she replied smoothly as they entered the apartment. Tom flopped down on his bed tiredly, stretching as he did so and Poppy removed her coat. “I’m a sleepy person.”
"Yeah, but that's because I can't stand sleeping late. I'm always the one who suggests that we go to bed," she replied, hanging up the scarf and stepping forward to wrap her arms around his ribs.
Poppy was curled up in the bed, but she looked up when he arrived. She was wearing one of his shirts, a crisp white button down. "Welcome back."
