It had been a while since he shared his bed with someone.  Sure, Paul missed Jemma’s presence beside him shortly after their breakup.  But with the passage of time, he had gotten used to sleeping alone.  So it came as no surprise that he didn’t know what to think of Charlette being next to him, if not just about on top of him.  Last he checked, there was nothing wrong with her bed.<br/><br/>With the sun’s rays against the room’s windows, some light was able to sneak through.  A new day was upon them, though Paul had no intention of dragging his carcass out of bed just yet.  His<i>Spidey Sense </i>was tingling.  Danger was nearby.  Or maybe it was just Charlette.  Actually,<i>Danger </i>and<i>Charlette </i>were pretty much synonymous, as far as he was concerned.<br/><br/>Paul glanced her way, and sure enough, she was already looking at him.  With a smirk, he said, “We gotta stop meeting like this.”