The night went on without a hitch, the moon watching us like a proud mother as it crossed the crisp, clear sky. The summertime curtains shivered in the cool breeze coming in from off the water, and the bed sheets ended up bunched around our waists. I awoke with his strong, battle-scarred arms wrapped loosely around me, and his chin resting on my shoulder. Shifting slightly, I opened my eyes to see the clock staring back at me.
7:45
I shot up like a rocket, waking Nephrite.
"I have to get to school, I'm late already! What do I tell Serena!?" I rambled, exasperated; running around the room to gather my things.
"I... I don't really know. I'm not sure what kind of terms she and I are on. She wasn't there when I left you Molly, and I don't know what she feels of me. She didn't see us together beforehand. I'm not sure she understands the realization I had come to." Nephrite replied, his face tensing as he said it, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. I stopped, my school uniform slung over my arm, and turned to him.
"I think she trusts you now, I really do." I paced to the bed and sat beside him, placing my hand on his arm; the same arm I had wrapped with the bandage made from my pajamas. Serena had finally come to realize my love for Nephrite was something I wasn't willing to give up on, and that he had finally returned the feelings. She had finally begun to understand. I patted him lightly.
"But I also know that you have to be out of the house by the time I'm gone for school! The last thing I need is my mother finding a strange man in my bedroom, let alone my bed!"
I closed the bedroom door behind me as I left to go change, but I stopped to lean against it. Staring off into space, thousands of words and thoughts ran through my head; most, if not all, being about how to explain this phenomenon to Serena.
After getting dressed and inhaling a breakfast, I dashed back up the stairs for a goodbye. He quickly turned to the door as it opened, and let out a sigh of relief and a smile as he saw it was only me.
Nephrite had made the bed, opened the curtains, and placed flowers in a vase on my bedside table. They were beautiful blood-red roses, freshly opened for morning. Wrapping my arms tightly around his middle, about as high as I could reach, I hugged him tightly. He nuzzled his chin against the top of my head, and returned a light hug.
"Have a good day, Molly. And don't worry about trying to explain all this to Serena, just let it flow naturally."
I smiled up at him and released him from my embrace.
"Thanks, Nephrite. You always know what to do..."
