The Preserve, Thursday morning

Johnny, nice and warm and just ohhh so feeling right, woke up slowly to the sound of birds and other sorts of scurrying noises around him.

He also woke up with his arm draped snugly around someone whom he was all too certain, wasn't his girlfriend.

Blinking his eyes open, he sat straight up and looked around.

... and noticed Chris.

"Oh my god!"

[For the ex-cowboy partner, yee haw..] 

Rm 217, Thursday evening

First of all, Johnny thought being shirtless for Savannah would help with his, "I'm sorry I called you a whore." Second, he thought filling the room with roses would be perfect.

While she was not yet home, he settled red roses everywhere; in vases, in pretty wrapped tissue, in boxes, strewn thornless all over the bed. Yep. Everywhere.

Next he stuck Marvin Gaye into the cd player and stood back and considered his work.

"Oh god. She's going to think I just want sex."

[for the girlfriend.]