Jill hadn't had a domestic moment for a long time. Hadn't felt the need to have it much. Her previous girlfriend had been practical and no frills, much like herself. But Jennifer was something different. She liked to linger over coffee; talk, maybe sit comfortable silence, eat breakfast properly, wear silk dressing gowns. There was always time for relaxing in Jennifer's day, even for a few minutes. Jill looked forward to their time together.
'I've never felt so relaxed with someone before.'
'You need to take it easy more. A bit of luxury won't harm you.'
'I don't need much.'
'You need a bit more than what you have. I'm lucky to have inherited this place, that's done half the work for me. It's so much easier when you live in a nice place.'
Jill had to admit that it was a lovely bungalow, warm and cosy. Her flat was feeling sparser than she'd realised after spending time at Jennifer's. Or maybe it was Jennifer herself that created the atmosphere.
Whatever it was, it was where she felt like being a lot of the time. The speed at which they had continued their courtship had come as a surprise. They hadn't intended on anything beyond that first night but it had seemed to natural to see each other again for another drink, then dinner, then back to bed. Rinse and repeat. There was even mention of a weekend away together. Jennifer had a friend in Cornwall that had a cottage to spare on occasion.
The word girlfriend hadn't been uttered. Yet.