It was hard not to assume that she had done or said something wrong. One moment, he had relished in removing her clothes, and the next, he wanted to sleep. But Gwendolyn knew what an emotionally taxing day it had been for them both. She had to assume that he was merely exhausted from the day's events and wanted rest. And, she had to admit, whilst wrapped in his embrace and in the cushion of her bed, it was hard to deny how tired she really was.<br/><br/>"Right then... tomorrow," she murmured as she pressed one last kiss to his lips. Her eyes remained on his face-- she wanted him to be the last thing she saw before she dozed off to sleep.