Technically...
Blearily sleep coloured vision cleared and shapes wavered into focus.
Oh she didn't!
Susan snapped her eyes shut against the reality that was presenting itself to her in the horrible half-light of morning.
She'd sworn to herself. She had absolutely promised…
'What did I say about never sleeping with anyone from school?'
She remembered uttering it in a quiet tone, almost warning away but not quite, because his eyes were not that far away from her own and she caught herself just wondering what it would be like to kiss him.
Then his heady response, breath ghosting over her lips with lingering cigarette smoke.
'Well,' drawled out, 'I'm not technically at this school any more...am I?'
Her response, her treacherous, alcohol-fuelled response, encouraging and sultry.
"Yeah...you're right."
Wearily Susan cracked open one eye again. Yes, the man sleeping next to her was definitely Simon. Best mate, needy, irresponsible, neurotic, two-faced, selfish, 'I'm-leaving-for-Fiji-tomorrow' Simon. Surprisingly good in bed (although that would explain Maggie inexplicably letting him go back to hers night after night), great kisser, but still-definitely-leaving Simon.
Susan covered her face with both her hands and groaned. Damn technicalities.