Wric curled into bed. His heart was pounding. He should say something. Do something. He hears her walking to her bed. Part of him wishes she had seen what he'd left behind, and come over to his bed instead.. but it's too late to dwell on things of that nature. He heard her moan his name. It was obvious she wanted him. Make a move, you coward. The dopamine release from his orgasm has him slowed though. Tired, and groggy from the post orgasm haze. 'Maybe tomorrow' he puts it in his head to drop subtle hints about what he saw, and watch the hero squirm. Restless, but eventually drifting into sleep.<br/>------------<br/>Wric groans as the morning sun breaks through curtains, and he stretches out both arms, and legs like he was folding backwards before pressing both hands to the sheets, and lifting off the mattress. "Are we late..?" he wonders tired yawning into one of his hands as he sits upright hanging on the edge of his mattress.