Holly fucking shit.
Mary had make a mistake. Or had she...?
Wll, first of all, the guy in the bed beside her was not Francis. It was a guy named Sebastian. Bash.
Things were being bad between Francis and her. Terrible, actually, thought Mary fiercely. And they were on a break. She didn't do anything bad. Francis was probably in someone else's bed as well.
Mary rolled over to get a look at Bash's face. He was a cute sleeper. Actually, forget it, he was just plain cute. Handsome, even. They had met at a bar the night before. He was the beautiful and mysterious loner and she was the drunk rebound-looking chick. Weird mix.
She didn't remember much, but she knew they had had a long and heartful conversation about exes. After that, it was a blur until the sex. The wonderful and amazing sex. Francis wasn't bad, but Bash... Bash was in another category.
She laid her head more comfortably on the pillow, and stared at him. He had dark brown hair and his eyebrows were frowning a bit in his sleep.
I shouldn't stay here, Mary thought.
She didn't now what it meant to her and, of course, even less to him. Maybe he would have expected her to be gone. She sighed and rolled her legs out of the bed. All of the sudden, a strong arm rolled around her belly and pulled her back into bed. She had a little cry of surprise followed by Bash's faint laugh.
In a second, he was on top of her, grinning and she had to bite her lips to prevent herself from doing the same.
"You were leaving?", he asked.
Mary had an embarassed laugh.
"I didn't know if you'd had prefer it this way..."
Bash laughed frankly and rolled back beside her.
"You're kidding, right? After last night?"
"I don't know what it meant to me...", Mary said, almost sorry.
They stared at each other for a little while until Bash leaned closer to grab her chin and kiss her. It was tender and oh it was great. The kind of kiss you don't have in the morning after a one-night stand, no, it was the kind of kiss that meant love, passion and desire and when it was over, Mary realised Francis had never kissed her this way.
"How can you kiss like that someone you don't love?", asked Mary, still oiut of breath.
Their faces were so close, she could see the little gold fragment in his brown eyes.
"Passion and love are closer than most people would think", Bash answered. "Also, I might not love you but I started to get to know you yesterday and...", he stopped to touchher cheek, her lip, "I want to know you more."
Mary bit her lip, smiling. She could give it a shot. She liked him.
"And", Bash said, "I swear I'm not saying this cause you have a killer vagina"
Mary bursted in laughing.
"Shut up", she said, cupping his face to disappear into his kisses again.
"So", he finally said, "you still want to leave?"
Mary laughed again.
"You know what? I think I'm gonna stay a little longer."