In theory she had three options.
One: Flee the scene and hope for the best
Two: Wake him up and face the music
Three: Plead ignorance, pretend to be asleep and wait for him to wake and then take it from there
She thought about her options carefully. She really didn't want to be the one to wake him. For a start she didn't know what the hell she was going to say to him. And she didn't think 'Hi thanks for last night but please leave' would go down very well. Pleading ignorance seemed like a good idea but then so did fleeing the scene. The biggest problem was, both of them had drunk far too much the previous night and she wasn't entirely sure what his feelings were for her. Had it just been a case of two people who were lonely, throwing caution to the wind and taking advantage of an opportunity? Or had it meant something else?
She studied his face carefully. If she was completely honest with herself, she'd considered this a few times. They got on well enough. They worked together well enough. It was actually her father who'd first pointed out the possibility. At the time he'd been giving her his usual lecture on the Colonel, which had been prompted by the latest rumours flying around the base. He apparently had overheard a conversation he shouldn't have and had come to her to sound out her thoughts on the matter. She smiled softly. Her father had recently begun to state his disappointment that she hadn't been able to find someone to share her life with. He often saw how lonely she had become, although Daniel's return had helped somewhat.
He mumbled in his sleep again and reached out towards her. She shifted so his arm landed on the bed instead of her.
Her father was right of course. She did get lonely and she did want to find someone to share her life with. But her job and the hours she kept made that impossible. And if it wasn't enough that everytime she saw her father he started, Daniel had recently joined in as well. She needed to find someone who knew about her job, someone she didn't have to hide her life from. Someone who understood. Her gaze once again fell on the man beside her. Was it that easy?
She carefully got out of bed and made her way to the washroom. Emerging fully dressed and showered, she picked up her clothes from the pervious night and threw them in the wash basket.
"I guess we need to talk."
His voice startled her and she jumped visibly. "Um...yeah. Look I have to go back to the base..."
"Sure you do." He got out of bed, oblivious to his own state of undress and walked past her. She heard the shower click on and sighed. Turning on her heels, she collected her car keys and walked out of the house. Starting the car and driving off her estate, she reasoned that as a soldier, she always went with her instincts.
"Option one it is then." She muttered to herself as she joined the freeway.
One: Flee the scene and hope for the best
Two: Wake him up and face the music
Three: Plead ignorance, pretend to be asleep and wait for him to wake and then take it from there
She thought about her options carefully. She really didn't want to be the one to wake him. For a start she didn't know what the hell she was going to say to him. And she didn't think 'Hi thanks for last night but please leave' would go down very well. Pleading ignorance seemed like a good idea but then so did fleeing the scene. The biggest problem was, both of them had drunk far too much the previous night and she wasn't entirely sure what his feelings were for her. Had it just been a case of two people who were lonely, throwing caution to the wind and taking advantage of an opportunity? Or had it meant something else?
She studied his face carefully. If she was completely honest with herself, she'd considered this a few times. They got on well enough. They worked together well enough. It was actually her father who'd first pointed out the possibility. At the time he'd been giving her his usual lecture on the Colonel, which had been prompted by the latest rumours flying around the base. He apparently had overheard a conversation he shouldn't have and had come to her to sound out her thoughts on the matter. She smiled softly. Her father had recently begun to state his disappointment that she hadn't been able to find someone to share her life with. He often saw how lonely she had become, although Daniel's return had helped somewhat.
He mumbled in his sleep again and reached out towards her. She shifted so his arm landed on the bed instead of her.
Her father was right of course. She did get lonely and she did want to find someone to share her life with. But her job and the hours she kept made that impossible. And if it wasn't enough that everytime she saw her father he started, Daniel had recently joined in as well. She needed to find someone who knew about her job, someone she didn't have to hide her life from. Someone who understood. Her gaze once again fell on the man beside her. Was it that easy?
She carefully got out of bed and made her way to the washroom. Emerging fully dressed and showered, she picked up her clothes from the pervious night and threw them in the wash basket.
"I guess we need to talk."
His voice startled her and she jumped visibly. "Um...yeah. Look I have to go back to the base..."
"Sure you do." He got out of bed, oblivious to his own state of undress and walked past her. She heard the shower click on and sighed. Turning on her heels, she collected her car keys and walked out of the house. Starting the car and driving off her estate, she reasoned that as a soldier, she always went with her instincts.
"Option one it is then." She muttered to herself as she joined the freeway.