Scene 2
Heather set her purse and her shopping purchases on a chair in her sitting room then walked over and gently pushed open the door to her bedroom. What she saw inside made her lips curl upward in a broad smile. Before entering the room she slipped out of her heels and used her left foot to gently nudge them out of the path of the doorway. She stepped into the room; quietly closed the door and continued smiling at the mess. Gil must have started undressing the moment the bedroom door closed behind him.
Not two feet from the door Gil's jacket lay in a rumpled heap on the hardwood floor. He'd come in and gone immediately to the bathroom for a quick shower. She knew this because his jacket had obviously been the first item of clothing he'd shed. He'd stopped at her vanity long enough to deposit his wallet, watch, pager, and cell phone. Then the trail of clothes continued across the room until he'd obviously removed his boxer shorts standing just inside the bathroom door. She padded around the room on her bare feet picking up his discarded clothing then placed it all on the seat of the chair next to the window. She stripped down to bare skin herself; leaving her own clothes on the same chair and crossed the room to the bed.
Zelda had been more right than she knew. He was smack in the middle of her bed, flat on his back, and out cold. He'd kicked most of the bed linens to the foot of the bed so that he was only partially covered by the sheet. A corner of the sheet was draped across his hips; covering only his most intimate body parts. Because of the size of the bed, and his position in the center, Heather literally had to crawl onto the bed to reach him. She climbed up, and sat back on her heels for a moment; just looking down at him. She waited a full twenty seconds to see if he'd somehow sense her presence even in his slumber. He did not stir. So she leaned over and brushed his lips with a feather-light kiss. She pulled away again and waited. His only response was to wrinkle his forehead momentarily, and to pass two fingers on his right hand over his lips. She smiled, gave up, straightened the bed sheet and scooted beneath it, settling in beside him careful not to touch him anymore than she already had, but no sooner than she felt her weight start to settle on the mattress the sleeping man beside her rolled onto his side and pulled her close. She felt the slow steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her back as he threw one of his legs over both of hers. He draped an arm over her torso, and murmured 'Heather' in his sleep. On some level, he obviously knew she was there with him. Heather sighed contentedly, and knew that was all she needed for the moment. She closed her eyes and let herself drift away.