Chapter 3

Tegan's P.O.V.

Sunlight spilled onto my closed eyes, turning black to muted red. I wondered why I hadn't drawn the curtains before I went to bed.

Suddenly, the memories of the night before came flooding back. My eyes flew open, and a smile formed on my slightly swollen lips. I looked next to me where Sara's pale, smooth back moved gently with her breathing. I traced a finger lightly down the faint line of her spine, barely touching her skin. Sara sniffed, and turned over to face me, still sleeping. Her hair fell over her face and shoulders, sunlight playing over her beautiful features. I leaned forward to place my lips against hers, just as I had the night before.

"Good Morning." mumbled a smiling Sara drowsily. She reached to wrap her arms around me tenderly, and I did the same. She laid her head on my chest and my chin rested on the top of her head. We fit so perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces reunited after one was lost under the couch for a year.

"I've never done that before." whispered Sara into my neck.

"What, sex?" I cried in alarm.

""No, silly. I meant sleeping with someone I just met. I'm not really like that."

"Me neither." I admitted.

"But it doesn't feel like we just met."

"Yeah, it's like we've known each other all along." I continued.

""Like a memory you can't quite reach, an itch you can't quite scratch. And then it's there- right in front of you." she said. I was taken aback by how in sync with each other's thoughts we were. I realized that I had never felt this connected to another person before... not like with Sara.

"Hey, Tegan?"

"Yeah?"

"I have to pee. " she said, and with a wicked grin, launched from the bed and shot into the bathroom, still stark naked.

I lay in her bed giggling. Sara was truly amazing and funny. I might have even been falling... no! I couldn't think about that this early in the relationship. But was it even a relationship at that point, or just meaningless sex? No, I never really thought that. If anyone had asked me what Sara and I did that night, I would have said we made love. Great love in fact.

I looked at the clock on Sara's night-stand.

"Oh, Shit!" I cried in alarm. I was already noon! I leapt from the bed, and ran around the room, searching for my pants, which were nowhere to be found. I raced into the living room in a frenzy, almost skidding on the wood floors as I rounded a corner. I finally found my pants, and tore out my cell phone from the back pocket. I sniffed loudly, calling all of the forced in my body to make me sound as close to dying as possible. There was only one way out of this, and I pressed the speed dial solemnly.

"Jim's Diner, how may I help you?"

"This is..." -I paused to cough convincingly "Tegan Hamilton."

"What the hell, Tegan? You decided to just not show up with no notice?"

"But I'm sick, Jim!" I whined, holding my nose so I sounded stuffed up.

"No no no. You don't call in sick FOUR HOURS after your shift starts!"

"What if I got a doctor's note?" I pleaded.

"Yeah right. I'm not falling for that one again. Here's some advice- the next time you get laid, set the alarm!"

"But, I didn't- I mean... I could come in now. Even though I'm umm.. really sick."

"Don't bother! You're fired!" He shouted and the line went dead. I groaned and collapsed back on the couch.

"Oooh look, there's a naked lady on my couch!" exclaimed Sara, emerging from the bedroom in boxer shorts and a wife beater. I paused to drool as she approached me.

"What's the matter, grumpy?" she asked, moving my legs to sit on the end of the couch. I eased into a sitting position and recounted the conversation I just had.

"Holy crap!" she said "I can't believe it's that late already! I have to call my boss too!" She jumped up, and started towards the kitchen for some privacy. "Feel free to borrow some clothes if yours are dirty!" she cried across the apartment. Feeling exposed even though I was alone in the room, I gathered my pants and underwear and retreated to the bedroom to hunt for the rest of my apparel. finding my shirt hung in a far corner. It was still damp from the drizzling rain as were my pants, so I decided to take Sara up on her offer and opened the closet.

Sara seemed to be into striped shirts and button downs while most of my wardrobe (all of it in piles on my bedroom floor) consisted of band t shirts and jeans. I picked the least offensive combination and slipped it on.

Sara walked into the room as I was still rolling up the sleeves of her t shirt the way I usually did with my own.

"Good news! I still have a job! Turns out my boss got laid last night too and didn't show up either!" she said. I smiled at her warmly.

"That's great. One lost job in one day is enough."

"Yeah, really!" she exclaimed "So, ready for waffles?" she asked

"Hell yeah." I replied, and followed her into the kitchen. I knew then I was into something good, and that this definitely be more than a one night stand.