"But has the sofa always... been... this hard...?"
She was still being held up by both forearms pressing into the cushion of the two-seater sofa on either side of him. She had slept on top of him and she couldn't remember what happened.
Did she just... fall asleep? On top of him? And... he didn't bother to move her upstairs? His lips were parted slightly, he was breathing softly through them.
A few locks of his Orion's hair had unfastened from the rubber band and spilt over his face, partially blocking his eyes and lashes. It shielded his face from most of the sunlight that could have gotten in his eyes.
She had noticed this earlier but their hair colours weren't so deviant from each other. Her's was lighter like cream with a touch of yellow like the dawn, his was more of a mixture of thai cream and vanilla lush. They were both blondes.
