The ache in my bladder woke me up sooner than I would have liked. It was still early dawn, the first fathom of morning light making its debut. The clock on the side table read 6:22am. I would've preferred to continue sleeping, but my screaming bladder wouldn't allow me to fall back asleep comfortably.

I slipped out of the bed as gingerly as I could so as to not wake the sleeping boy beside me. I stepped softly around the abandoned articles of clothing on the floor, picking up the pants and tshirt that had been borrowed to me but abandoned much earlier. I got dressed and reached the door, and tried to open the handle as quietly as possible. I wasn't sure if Eddie's uncle Wayne was home yet, but I couldn't ignore the ache much longer. I would have to risk it.

I tiptoed through the quiet trailer until I reached the bathroom. It appeared as though no one else was home. After I relieved myself, I washed my hands and then stood staring at the reflection in my mirror. As my brain was waking, it began replaying mental images of everything that had happened last night.

We had stayed up most of the night lying in bed alternating between talking, laughing, kissing, and… doing other things. It wasn't until my words consisted of mostly yawns that he allowed me to finally drift off to sleep. I couldn't help but run my hands along my face, lips and down my neck, remembering what it felt like to be adored by Eddie. But along with the memories of last night came a sinking pit in my stomach.

I promised my parents I would be home before midnight, but I hadn't come home or even called to let them know where I was going to be. Knowing they were already probably upset I had gone with Eddie, I now had to figure out how I was going to come home without starting a war. Which meant I had to get to one of my friends houses and hope that their parents assumed I had spent the night.

I was a legal adult, and truthfully there wasn't much that my parents could do because I didn't come home one night. There was no grounds for inciting the police, but somehow I put nothing past my father. Let's just hope he wasn't in full panic mode yet.

I splashed cold water on my face to rub the sleep out of my eyes and headed back towards Eddie's room. I quietly opened the bedroom door and closed it behind me.

Eddie was still asleep in the middle of the bed, although it looked like he had stretched out in my absence. He was lying face down with his arms raised over his head, tangled in a mess of blanket. His head was buried in a pillow and his hair was strewn about his face. One leg was poking out from under the sheets. I softly began climbing onto the bed, trying to fit myself in the remaining space without squashing Eddie. I laid down facing him and scooted myself in Tetris-like to fill in the gaps. He stirred a little and squeezed the pillow underneath his head and gave a deep sigh. I laid down with a shiver and pressed my body closer to absorb some of the warmth.

I didn't want to wake him, but I had to start making a plan to leave. I brushed the hair out of his face and ran my fingers along his jawline to wake him tenderly. At my touch, he turned his head a little towards me with a sleepy moan, eyes still fully shut.

"Eddie, I have to go home," I whispered. It took a couple of seconds for him to register my words.

"Mmmm you're not allowed, remember?" He said in a mumble.

"I know, but my parents…" I argued.

He sluggishly turned from his stomach onto his side and brought one arm around me to pull me closer to him. His skin was radiating warmth, and I felt him return to deep breaths almost instantly. How was I supposed to argue with someone who simply wouldn't wake up?

"Eddie?" I said again, trying to get his attention. He was determined to remain asleep apparently. "Eddie, wake up," I said softly, trying to rouse him. He moved in closer until his face was nestled in the crook of my neck. "I was dreaming," he said, his words mumbled against skin.

I wasn't afraid to play dirty if that meant waking him up, and playing dirty was to my advantage because Eddie was still completely naked. I trailed my fingertips down his chest until I reached the happy trail of hair that led down to his groin. I didn't even have to reach down to know that he had morning wood. I teased my hand just above his waistline, never straying further down.

After a few seconds of this playful teasing Eddie groaned and pulled back, squinting opened his eyes.

"Okay, Okay….." he said, grabbing my hand to stop me.

"My, you are grumpy in the morning," I said in the most pleasant tone. I turned my hand in his to intertwine our fingers.

"I was enjoying my sleep. In case you didn't notice, we only fell asleep about 2 hours ago."

"I am not solely responsible for how late we stayed up," I argued.

"But you didn't seem to mind it either," he said, a stupid grin forming on his face. This man had a full fantasyland existing in his mind, and last night given him plenty of new material to review.

"And now it's morning and the fun is over and I have to go home," I said.

"Aww baby don't say that, the fun doesn't have to be over," he said, moving in again to have a go at my neck. He began trailing kisses along my jawline very slowly, lingering on each kiss. I have to admit I was a sucker, I almost let him have his way. I loved the way he showed affection.

"And what about my parents," I asked breathily as he continued nuzzling into my neck. But I didn't stop him, either.

"We'll tell them you've been taken in by a cult, they'll understand." As he said this, he had shifted to hold himself over top of my body and lowered himself down. I placed my hands on either side of his hips and he leaned in deeper. He now nibbled at my neck, sucking as he used his teeth. I jolted at his bite, which was more painful than I was bargaining for.

"Where did these clothes come from?" He said with frustration, putting a hand under the shirt as he began lifting eagerly. I ignored his words, continuing the questioning.

"Isn't your uncle going to be home soon?" I asked.

"He minds his own business," Eddie said nonchalantly, lifting my shirt enough to expose my chest . Okay, so Eddie had definitely been in this situation before… I knew Eddie was more experienced than I was, that was obvious. And I wasn't even jealous or upset really. But it did worry me that after last night I might just be another number to him. And we did have a great and very intimate night, but with the daylight coming I began second guessing if this was all just for fun or if we actually did have a connection. Something about the charm and romance of the nighttime had the ability to become harsh and glaring with the daylight. We were barely awake and he was trying to undress me again, when I had a serious problem.

I stopped him from continuing to hike the shirt up and pulled it back down myself, maybe a little too forcefully.

"Eddie, I have to go home," I said, serious this time. He was a little taken aback, clearly he thought we both had been enjoying his advances, and I just stopped him in his tracks.

"Right, sorry…" he said, looking down at me with concern. I searched his eyes but couldn't find a definitive answer. I knew I was sleep deprived and emotional, but last night I had fully admitting to falling for him and he seemed to be right there with me.

I had definitely made things awkward and we both didn't know what to say. In what seemed like slow motion he rolled off of me and got up off the bed, grabbing the pair of boxers that were lying on the floor and slipping them on. I propped myself up, pulling my legs up into a sitting position. Suddenly I felt incredibly exposed and uneasy.

He ran a hand through his hair watching me, then sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. After a few moments of silence he asked, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, I think I'm just tired." What I was actually thinking was, last night meant everything to me and now I will spend every moment of my life anxiously questioning what it actually meant to you.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked. Nope, I self sabotaged this one all on my own, thank you very much. I shook my head no. More silence.

"Let me take you home," he said, taking my hand and beginning to stand. I stood up too, and he was about to release my hand but I didn't let him. I pulled him back towards me until he wrapped me up in a hug.

We stood in an embrace in silence, and I took a few deep breaths until our chests began to rise and fall in unison. I think he could tell I wasn't ready for this parting and needed some reassurance. I had been delaying this moment all evening.

"Hey, easy. I'm not going anywhere," he said, steadying me. "I wasn't lying, you're mine now, you can't get away that easy," he said with a little squeeze. I looked at his face and he offered the gentlest smile.

"I'm okay with that," I said, snaking my arms to wrap around his neck. He leaned down to kiss me softly. Every reassurance he said with his words, he reiterated with his kisses.

"I don't want to go home," I whispered after a moment.

"I'm not going to force you to go home, but I do think we might have a bit more time on this mortal coil if my life isn't ended by your father…" Eddie said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, you're probably right… can you take me somewhere else first?" I asked. I had a better plan than showing up on my porch first thing in the morning in Eddie Munson's borrowed clothes…