It was late in the morning when he'd finally decide to get up. After wasting away a few hours while lazily laying beside the woman he'd share his bed with the night before. Claire was no stranger. Far from it now. But one had to wonder if this would complicate things between them ( being professional was hardly an option anymore ) . At least all this wasn't as awkward as Neil had been dreading it to be. Excepting the woman to make a swift leave, uncertain of what to say or do no— matter how well the night went... that's how these flings usually went, right?

Instead the space was shared in a comfortable quiet, soft chatter that broke any tension. Neil barely hand his phone in hand, a habit to peek at the time, before the device was swiped from him. Quirking a brow at the redhead as she navigated through it briefly. His gaze danced over what of her figure he could see peeking out beneath the sheets. Attention blinked back when questioned, freed from his wandering thoughts. "If you put... ah, yes. Yes." He started, cracking a smile at her as he sat up on his elbows. "I will. Promesa."

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