[I am beyond sorry for the delay of this. I have no excuse. *kowtows massively*]
Hours later, Summer slid back to the surface of sleep, blinking slowly. Humphrey had pleasured her to the point of exhaustion, and then the two had slipped into sleep still tangled about one another, clothing strewn about. At some point, one of them must have woken enough to draw the coverlets up.
She looked at him, arms still loosely about her, and couldn’t help but smile. He was generous and brave and beautiful; she ran a gentle hand over his hair. “Humphrey?” she whispered. “Wake up, lover.”