Since I got ice cream and cookies, I thought I'd update.


Part Six

I look at the clock when I wake and realise I've had a whole three hours sleep. I turn over and try to go back to sleep but my mind is already buzzing with thoughts of last night. I guess three hours will have to do.

With a sigh I drag myself out of the bed and head for the bathroom. When I pass the spare room I pop my head around the door half expecting it to be empty.

It's not though. Catherine is curled up in the middle of the bed sound asleep and I don't even attempt to suppress my smile, she looks so cute. I want to crawl in there with her and hold her, but I fight the urge. Hopefully I'll get to do that soon. I close the door as quietly as I can and head to the shower.

Once I'm showered I head to the kitchen make myself coffee, I sit at the table drinking it and thinking about last night again.

I wish for a second that when I checked the spare room it had been empty, that she'd have gone. It would be easier that way, and then we wouldn't have to deal with anything, well not this morning, not right away.

But in reality I know it's better this way. If it's not dealt with now, it'll get harder and harder, we'll be uncomfortable around each other and eventually it will cause bigger problems.

That is if she even remembers. I think that's what's getting to me the most. I have no idea what's going to happen. There's quite a few scenario's that I can think of.

What if she remembers and regrets it? We blame the alcohol, it'll be awkward for a while but she'll get over that in time and I'll be right back to square one, at least before I didn't know what it felt like to kiss her.

What if she just doesn't remember at all? Do I tell her? Do I just leave it be? She did say she wanted to kiss me as soon as she saw me last night, before the alcohol. So that has to mean she's physically attracted to me, doesn't it? But I want so much more from her; I could never get involved with her if it was just physical. And what if it was just a 'need company' thing? We've all been there.

Then of course she could think I don't remember, or it was just the alcohol talking so she might not say anything either. Maybe she thinks she made a fool of herself and will be too embarrassed to say anything.

See this is what I hate, the thousand thoughts jumbling up my brain, making me want to scream. I want her to just wake up now so I can deal with whatever the fall out from this will be.

Half an hour later I'm still sitting here trying not to think too much. I jump a little at the sound behind me and turn to see Catherine walking into the kitchen.

She's wearing my T-shirt and I don't think I've ever seen anything sexier. It's massive on her and stops mid thigh. My eyes involuntarily wonder down her legs and my treacherous brain immediately starts wondering how those legs would feel wrapped around me. Don't go there right now Sara.

"Morning." I offer. "There's coffee in the pot."

"Thanks. Morning." She grabs a cup of coffee and sits at the table with me.

I don't say a word, just sit and wait to see if she's going to say anything and wonder where in the hell my backbone went to.

"How you feeling today? Hung over?"

Small talk, I can handle this. "No, thankfully I don't suffer from them. You?"

"I'm good actually."

"You hungry?" I ask, standing and heading for the fridge. I grab some croissants and some bagels and bring them back to the table. "I can make you something if you want."

She grabs a croissant and holds it up. "This is fine thanks."

And back to the awkward silence.

I'm certain she remembers what happened last night, hence the awkwardness. I have no idea whatsoever how to deal with this.

"You mind if I grab a shower?" She asks when she finishes her coffee.

"Of course not, go ahead. Clean towels are in the cupboard and everything else is in the cabinet, there are spare toothbrushes in there too."

"Great, thanks." She replies as she stands up and leaves me alone again.

Well great, just great. Way to sort the issue out Sara.

I'm at a total loss here. I know my fear is getting the better of me and it seems I can't do a damn thing about it.

I walk into the living room and flop down onto the sofa. Why do I always get myself into messes like this?

I know she remembers, else there would be no awkwardness from her and she'd be confused by any awkwardness coming from me. So she must regret it. Which takes me right back to where I was before, only now I know what it feels like to kiss her, know how her body feels pressed against mine and the thought of it makes me ache. To think I'll never feel that again kills me. There's no way we can be friends. I can't be around her now.

I hear the hairdryer and I know she'll be out here soon.

Ten minutes later she reappears, freshly showered, looking as good as ever.

"I think I best head off." This is twice as awkward as it was before. I desperately want to say something, anything at all. Clear the air, ask her about last night, and tell her I love her, anything.

"Okay. Do you want me to drive you?" Anything but that Sara. Why is this so hard?

I watch as her expression changes, she seems to go from awkward to angry and I don't understand why.

"No, I'm fine thanks. I'll see you at work." That was cold.

And with that she turns and leaves. I hear the door slam behind her, the noise startles me a little, and my brain picks that particular moment to finally make a decision.

You know what, screw this. There's no way I can be her friend now. I want her to much for that. So if I'm going to lose her friendship anyway. I'll be damned if I don't make sure there's one hell of a reason for it.

I practically stomp to my front door determined to catch her. What I'll do then is anyone's guess but I refuse to sit back any more and do nothing.

I fling my door open and realise I won't have to go far as I come face to face with Catherine. She looks as pissed of as I am determined.

This should be good.


Okay, so it's a bit of an evil cliffie, but it couldn't be helped.

Thanks for reading.

Sam