Alex rakes a hand through his hair, ostensibly trying to set it to rights. Better ways to wake up, if you ask me. Grant slides an arm around him. A three-mile jog, for instance. The grin widens.
Grant collapses back against the superfluous pillows, arms outflung, entirely too amused.
I'll take your word for it, honey. Alex leans back, half on top of him. This elicits merely a snicker that gets lost in a kiss. And there are only a few efficient ways to do that. A sharp intake of breath.