“Don’t go back to sleep,” she said with a giggle. “We’ve already missed cocktails.”
“I’m not sleepy anymore,” Rhett said. “But that feels amazing. You can do it as long as you want. I don’t need cocktails.”
“What?” Constance joked. “It doesn’t feel ‘not horrible’?”
Rhett laughed a deep, genuine laugh.
By the time Constance finished, the clock read 6:36. “Take your time getting up. I’m going to go change for dinner. Sunny will kill me if I show up in scrubs.”
Rhett sat up and stretched, turning his head from left to right.
“How do you feel?”
He winked at her. “Not horrible.”