Myrna rolled over, her arm landing on Brian's flat stomach. Sheets of paper crinkled beneath her. She smiled. He'd had a very productive day of song writing and she'd be bow-legged for life. His arm moved to wrap around her back, drawing her closer to his side.
"At this rate, I'll have the entire new album written by next week." He paused. "Except you're leaving in two days."
He didn't sound very happy about the idea. He frowned. She smiled. She hoped the band accepted her as their tag-along. She really did want to spend more time with Brian. He rocked her world in more than one way.
"Do you think the guys are up yet?" she asked.
He tilted his head back to look at a digital clock on the side table. "It's two already?" He sat up. "Yeah, I'd say they're up."
