No, it hasn't even struck midnight yet, how could it possibly be morning wood! He must settle for regular old late night chub.

"I know," she giggles, feeling like a cruel witch for playing even this harmless joke. Her conscience pricks and plucks her into conciliatory action. Feather-light fingers lie on his upper back, but she has yet to stand upright. "They told me to pack it in earlier than usual. You aren't overstaying with me."