Sandra woke up in her bed at what she thought was 8 or 9, turns out it was 1 in the afternoon. She'd known she'd had a late night, just looking at the man next to her made her smile. He didn't wake up as she moved herself closer to him; he didn't even stir when she draped her arm over him. But he did wake as she laid her head on his chest.
'Morning Sandra.' Came his voice.
'Good morning.' She moved her head from his chest and leaned upwards to kiss the man next to her. She had never felt like this before, since she'd first kissed him the night before, she'd felt something odd. She didn't want to be away from him, she didn't want to leave the protection of his arms, and she didn't want to stop kissing him. Unfortunately, she had to stop kissing him, before she suffocated there in his arms.
'So how are you sweetheart?' He asked as he laid his head on the pillow again and she put her head back on his chest.
'We've been over this before, do you really want to repeat that lesson Gerald.' She said laughing; she was always in a jokey mood when she called him Gerald. But today, for once, this did not annoy him. He was happy there with Sandra in his arms.
Ever since they'd met, Sandra had always known that one day she'd end up waking up with him. As much as she told herself it wouldn't she knew it would. But the tension had got too much; the flirting had reached a point where she had to do something about it. And she had, she kissed him. Then somehow they'd ended back at hers in bed together.
Gerry had always dreamt and hoped something would happen with Sandra, but he never actually thought it would. He had very strong feelings towards her, possibly even loved her.