Soap Opera Ch 8
Last chapter, more of an epilogue than anything. Not mine; no money made.
Sara awoke to the smell of coffee the next morning. I don't program my coffeemaker, she thought fuzzily, then the memories of the night before flooded over her. With a smile she pulled on a T-shirt and some shorts and headed for the kitchen.
Greg sat at her dining room table clad only in his shorts. He smiled brightly at her and gestured to the coffeepot. "Morning, sleepy. I made coffee; hope you don't mind."
She smiled. "Not at all." She sat down and sighed. "So."
His eyes clouded. "Morning regrets, Sara?"
"No! It's just awkward, you know, after. It was wonderful, though." Her face warmed into a smile. "Amazing, really."
"I thought so too." He looked at his coffee. "It's, um, never been like that for me. I just thought you should know. I would very much like this, us I mean, to be an ongoing thing." He looked up, gauging her reaction. "By that I mean, you know, us in a relationship, not just the sex part. What do you think?"
Sara smiled. "I think I'd like that a lot. I wasn't sure if it was just a one-time thing for you, or if you wanted us to keep seeing each other. "
"Definitely the second option." He smirked. "I'd like to wear you out on a regular basis."
"You would?" She looked him over. "You know, I don't have a problem with that."
"Good, 'cause I was thinking I might want to start on that really soon. Like right now."
"Now?"
"Now. Put your coffee down, Sara. Yeah. That's good. Now where's your bedroom again?..."