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Heat. Heat that radiated from one body to another, body's pressed up against each other. Bodies that wrapped and tangled around each other. Sweat glistening across the bare skin of a stomach or back, highlighted by the rising sun streaming through the window, casting shadows on the walls.
Pink. Pink underwear. Pink skin. Pink lips. Pink.
Pink is how she remembered the night, the night of paradise. And now that little piece of heaven, the girl who was responsible for the whole night was laying just a mere finger length away.
Her blonde locks falling over the pillow, the pillow indented from her heavy head sleeping. The duvet lightly draped over her bare body, missing one shoulder, leaving it exposed. It caused a silhouette outlining her body. Where the fabric fell and where each crease laid, Emily's eyes danced over them, studying the shape and figure of the sleeping girl.
She eased her head closer to the sleeping beauty and planted a gentle kiss on her warm cheek. A slight murmur escaped from the swollen parted lips, before forming into a smile. She turned and faced Emily and let out a hoarse "hi." Emily smiled at the freshly awoken Naomi and the two lay facing each other not speaking a word.
"Emily" Naomi croaked after a while, Emily mumbled in response, "can we like, not um, can we not tell anyone about this" the words came out fast and fumbled.
The words caught Emily off guard and cut her with the fast urgency of a razor blade. "Sure" Emily said in a small voice that sounded more unsure than she had hoped, Naomi smiled lightly and the two left the warm bed and searched for their discarded clothes.
Naomi sneaked out of the apartment not wanting Cook to see her leaving Emily's bedroom so early in the morning, wearing last night's clothes. Emily sat in the kitchen nursing a steaming hot cup of coffee, replaying Naomi's request over and over again in her head. She felt a flood of insecurity and rejection, however she understood why Naomi said it, and it was frankly none of her business whether Naomi did or did not want to tell people.
Cook walked out of his bedroom rubbing his eyes and joined Emily in the kitchen letting out a loud yawn which was more like a shout.
"Morning" he said pouring himself a cup of coffee and placing bread in the toaster.
"Morning" Emily replied half heartedly.
"Who shit in your cocoa pops?" Cook smirked sitting down next to her.
"What?"
"From the noises I heard coming from your room last night you should be in a much better mood this fine morning" Emily shook her head at him, "Where is she anyway?"
"Who?"
"The moaning, screaming, oh so thankful girl that you entertained last night" Cook joked pumping his hips and crying out in fake pleasure.
Emily laughed at Cooks demonstration, "She left, early"
"Suppose that's the way you like it eh?" he said slapping Emily's shoulder with his large palm on the way to collect his freshly made toast.
"Yeah" Emily lied.