Almost as quickly as the dishes were done, had Michael and Christine headed to bed. He walked her to her room and they exchanged friendly kisses on the cheek. They said their goodnights and Christine closed the door behind her. She changed into her faded and holy T-shirt to sleep in, took a mild sleep aid and fell into bed. It was incredibly comfortable. While she waited for the sleep aid to kick in, she contemplated her day and in the middle of her thoughts on dinner, she fell asleep. It was not, however, a dreamless sleep as she'd rather hoped it would be. She did dream, but when she woke up, she wouldn't remember a single one.
Michael went without a sleep aid and wound up unable to find relief from his thoughts. It had been many years since he'd had anyone other than his children and male physicians stayed in his home and so his thoughts frequently wandered to the beautiful curls down the hall. It wasn't uncommon for him to have thoughts about a beautiful woman who was close to him, particularly one that seemed strangely unaware of him, but he did try to limit those thoughts.
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After a night of tossing and turning and restless sleep, Christine woke with some extreme difficulty. It was early, though. She could tell by the low sun through the window. Slowly and very reluctantly, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and shielded her eyes from the sun with one hand. She certainly wasn't ready to be awake, but it would be rude to sleep in so late on her first morning. She stood up, pulled her disarray or curls into a messy pony tail and pulled on a pair of shorts under her over sized T-shirt. As soon as she'd rubbed the grit from her eyes, she heard a soft knock on the door and hurried to answer it. Michael, in full dress, stood in her doorway and looked suddenly embarrassed. He struggled to keep his eyes from her legs. It was surprisingly difficult.
"Oh. You are awake." He said and suddenly couldn't think of what else he wanted to say to her. Christine waited for what seemed like five minutes, but was probably less, he smiled widely. "Breakfast is in the kitchen if you're hungry." She was quite.
"Let me just...uhm...get dressed." She said and jabbed a thumb behind her in a weak gesture at the closet. Michael nodded and shut the door to allow her to do just that.
Oooohhh. Lots of sexual and general tension. Lemme know.
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