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geeky_agent) wrote2005-06-19 07:09 am
geeky_agent) wrote2005-06-19 07:09 am
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?
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?
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Chris stood up from the bed and looked at the room for a moment. The bed was unmade and her clothes were still on the floor.
She didn't even have to try to remember every kiss, every touch from the night before.
Chris walks into the bathroom to take a shower. She promised she'd meet her dad for brunch.