With slow movements, Alex lowered the arm that only moments ago had provided much needed shade. She opened one eye then the other as she took in her surroundings. Zand waited patiently until Alex turned her head and grinned as he saw Alex’s eyes widen in surprise. “Good afternoon, sleepy head,” Zand greeted, happy that Alex hadn’t bolted. Alex sat up, taking in the blanket covered chaise that held Zand’s reclining form. “I’m sorry, I guess I was a little more tired than I realized,” Alex offered, rubbing her eyes. “Did you sleep out here, too?” Zand stretched, letting the blanket fall away from his body. He saw the shock on Alex’s face and followed her gaze. Zand pulled the blanket back up. His short, designer briefs offered little in the form of modesty. “Oh, I must have been extremely tired myself. I don’t really remember taking my shorts off,” Zand explained sheepishly. Alex, now fully awake, raised an eyebrow, “Anything else you don’t remember?”
