They sleep until the light starts to fill the room and it bothers his eyes. He stands up, draws the curtains and goes back to بستر again, sleepy.
‘Morning...’ Whispers Lisa.
‘I'm sleeping, leave a message...’
‘You wish...’ She is still sleepy and smiles with her eyes closed. ‘I’m not gonna give آپ a massage...’
‘Well... آپ can give me a massage if آپ want... I won't blame you...’
‘Would آپ give me a massage if I give آپ one now?’ They stay with their eyes closed.
‘We could deal...’ House stays lying on بستر while Cuddy sits up.
‘Okay, but don’t get used to this...’...
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