Chapter Eight.

As soon as she woke, Kate was struck with stinging pain. Her body gad gone partly numb. Sleeping on the floor might not have been the best idea. Even opening her eyes hurt.

She glanced around and couldn't see Jack at first, but when the feeling started to come back to her body, she felt him laying behind her.

He was holding his arm around her waist and had his chest pressed against her back, his face sunken into her curls. His breathing was steady and slow so Kate assumed that he must be still asleep.

Although, she was wide awake, Kate didn't to get up just yet. She brought her hand to her waist and took Jack's palm into hers, squeezed it a bit and closed her eyes, slowly jerking her body even closer to him.

Moments passed but he wouldn't wake up. The first two hours, they had laid there, she had been fine with just holding him against her, but now she was starting to be hungry and really just wanted to get up.

She let go off his hand and was about to stand up when she heart a murmuring voice coming from Jack's direction. She turned to look at him and saw him yawning. Kate laughed and rolled her eyes, when she noticed that he had been drooling in his sleep again.

"Well finally he decided to woke up."

He gives her a nasty frown but then starts giggling.

"You really expect me to wake up early when I have had such a rough night?" he says smiling and looks at her.

She gets what he means but that question and it makes her happy inside.

"Guess we had pretty good time last night. But enough about that. Seriously, I'm starvation centre here," she whines and is about to stand up until Jack's hand grabs her arm and forces her to come back down.

She comes back to the floor and lays on her side facing him. They are looking one another to the eyes and Jack brings his hand to stroke the loose curls away from her face.

"How come your body isn't hurting? Or then you are just hiding it well," she said putting her other hand on his neck.

"It's quite stiff but I'm a fighter. Actually my back is hurting more from the hit it took last night than my body is from sleeping on the floor. Anyway, you are the one who brought the action to this level. I would've been just OK with the couch."

She was drawing tiny circles to his neck.

"You know it wasn't my intention to toss you off the couch to the floor."

"Sure I know."

Kate stops her circle drawing and presses the whole length of her hand against the skin of his neck. Jack digs his fingers to her hair and jerks himself closer to her. Her gaze shifts to his lips and then back to his eyes.

"Hi," Jack whispers.

"Hi."

They are staring at each other as jack starts bringing his head closer to her face.

He touches her forehead with his lips and Kate closes her eyes. His lips are moving tiredly and carefully. He moves the trail of kisses slowly lower – above her eyebrow, her nose and her lips.

He is pressing her mouth lightly but his lips aren't moving anymore. They are just breathing against each other's faces.

Eventually they start opening and closing their mouths in the same rhythm. She brings her palm to rest on the side of his face and moves her knee over his pelvis, making their bodies even more entangled.

After a while of slow kissing, she withdraws her face further from him.

"Honestly Jack. I am really hungry and if you don't hurry up, you'll be late for work again."

He opened his eyes and frowned her hair starting to comb it with his fingers.

"You're right," he finally says and pulls back from her and moves his body into sitting position. "Let me fix you something."

Kate smiles to him as he walks to the kitchen to find something. She goes down to lie back on the floor and is looking up to the ceiling, crossing her hands under her breasts.

She was contemplating the situation and how ludicrous it was in her head. How long were they going to keep on doing this? Just hanging around and having occasional mind blowing sex? I need to talk to him about this, Kate decided. To find out were we are going? She made a barely noticeable yet determined nod and moved to sit up. "Jack, we need to…" she started but stopped as soon as she saw him.

Jack was fully dressed in his black suit and was holding his leather case in his left hand.

"I made you some porridge. I couldn't find anything else so I hope you like oak."

"You're not going to hang around to keep me company?"

"Look at the clock. I have to be work soon so you just have to enjoy your breakfast without me," he said and started heading towards the front door.

"I'll see you tonight then I guess," she said staring up to his distant figure.

"See you then, girl."

And with this he was gone again.

She was wandering around his house, having a hard time to figure things to do. She had already done his dirty laundry and read today's newspaper. No interesting news there – Bush in some political meeting in Europe making a totally ass of himself, some bird flu cases found in Asia and other stuff that didn't really concern or affect her life in any way.

I could always try to find where he really hides his porn? She drops this idea as soon as she remembers what she found the first time she had tried to do that. The paper message was still in her back pocket.

She took it out and was twiddling it with her fingers. What has he been doing with this all this time? You'd think he would've just read it and then tossed it away. Or at least that was what she had thought until yesterday.

Kate folded the note after reading it a few times and placed it back into her pocket. She was sitting on the living room couch when she suddenly started hearing noises from the front door.

She immediately rose up to her feet and was looking a place to hide if the person would walk in. There was the upstairs or I could always run to the kitchen and try to…

Everything went quiet and then came a silent thud. Kate saw a pile of letters dropped thru the door's mail hole. Just the mailman, she sighed.

She went to get the post and lifted it up, flipping thru them. Bills, some ads… But then something caught her attention. A neatly hand-written letter.

She tossed the rest of the post on the kitchen table and started to scan this weird arrival. It had a bit of perfume like sent to it. Kate was able to see whom it was from by putting the letter up against the light and seeing who had signed it. Sarah.

Why would she be writing to Jack?

Kate remembered faintly who Sarah was. Jack had mentioned her name briefly sometimes when they had been talking. His ex-wife.

She couldn't resist the temptation and ripped it open.

Jack darling,
I'll be home soon from France. Will you come to pick me up from the airport as you promised? My plane lands tomorrow at 16.00pm. I've missed you. I love you so much.
Love, your wife, Sarah.