The Morning After

Stuck somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, Chris rolled over on her side. The covers slid down her bare shoulder a little. She could feel the chill of the early morning air on her skin as well as the warmth of the sunshine coming through the windows.

These tactile sensations registered in her mind and she opened her eyes.

Chris turned quickly and saw Jack beside her in bed. He was still asleep, face half-buried in the pillow and one arm stretched towards her. Jack looked peaceful and that sent a small pang to her heart.

What the hell was I thinking?

She leaned over and grabbed her robe lying on the chair. Chris slipped into it and looked over at Jack before standing up and tying the belt.

What am I going to do?

Chris felt guilty for it but she almost wished they were in Jack's room so she could just slip out. She couldn't very well do that in her room, although it was tempting to try.

I just need time to think.

She paced the floor slowly, hoping the floorboards wouldn't creak. She was caught between dreading he would wake and wanting to wake him up so they could...

So we can what? What does he expect from this? Is this a one time thing? That might hurt a little but ... oh god...what if this is more to him?

Chris rubbed her forehead a little. She really didn't want to deal with this.

What the hell was I thinking?

After Brunch

[Millitimed to Sunday morning.]

It was nice outside. Not too warm, which Chris was grateful for. Anything that made her choice of a sleeveless turtleneck look less odd, made her happy.

Chris hadn't eaten much at her brunch, something her dad had noticed more than what she wore. Her stomach was tied in knots it seemed. She had told him she didn't feel well, he had told her she could go upstairs and rest. That this could wait till another time.

Then she felt awful.

The guilt was overwhelming. She almost wanted to tell him or someone. But she wouldn't. Partly because Chris had a feeling she was only looking for reassurances that she'd never receive and partly because there was no point. It was a mistake and one she wasn't going to repeat.

She just wishes that made her feel better.