You wake up, blinded by the light coming in through the curtains. You don’t open your eyes because you feel arms wrapped around you and you’re scared you’d wake whoever it is. Instead, you sigh and curl up closer, trying to fall back asleep. For some reason, you feel good about yourself, even though you can’t remember where you are, because you know it’s not home. You decide you should probably figure that out, so you open your eyes a little and see the blonde hair that’s across your shoulder and smile. You know exactly where you’re at, and it makes you all warm again. You lean up slightly to see what time it is, you notice your shirt is lying on the arm of the couch and you’re suddenly very aware of the closeness of her skin. You peek back underneath the covers and see her arm draped over your bare breasts and you sigh. You knew something felt different.
Her hot breath is on your neck making chills run down your spine and she groans. “Mmm…morning,” she says, slowly opening her eyes, and you wish that the ground would open up and swallow you whole.
“Hey,” you say simply and she smiles at you. You smile nervously and she notices.
“Nervous much,” she asks, focusing intently on you. You see the sparkle in her eyes and relax, remembering the night before.
“Hey Alex?” She simply arches an eyebrow in reply as she stretches and you resist the urge to run your hands over her smooth stomach. God, no woman has ever made you feel this way, and even in your confusion, you know that you don’t want it to go away. “Last night...did we...um...” The last you remember is resting your head on her shoulder as you watched the movie, but you know you definitely had your clothes on then.
She laughs. “Us? No. You took that off before we laid down,” she tells you, gesturing towards your top and you’re suddenly relieved. You wouldn’t want to forget your first kiss.
“Good,” you say. She looks at you and you realize how that sounded. “I just mean...wouldn’t want to forget anything.” Your rest your hand on her stomach and smile. Your eyes meet in an intense stare that rivals the one from the night before and before you can stop yourself, you’re moving closer to her ready to kiss her. You get daring and let your hand slowly find its way from her stomach to her inner thigh and you drag your fingertips slowly up and down the soft skin. Your eyes are still locked on one another and she draws in a sharp breath as you stroke her thigh. Letting your hand wander further up, you feel how hot she is, and it excites you, knowing what you’re doing to her. A soft moan escapes her lips and you decide that now is the moment you should kiss her.
Leaning in to close the gap, you hear footsteps from the bedroom and she hears them too. Instinct kicks in and you both jump up off the couch, trying to find your clothes. You pick up the bra sitting next to your shirt and you start to slide it on when you feel hands on your waist.
“I believe that belongs to me,” she whispers and dangles yours in front of you. You both smile and quickly finish getting dressed.
You’re blushing like a school girl as you watch Alex fold the blanket you shared when Jodie comes out of the bedroom. You feel like you’ve just escaped being caught sleeping together, though you hadn’t even kissed her. You catch her eye, smile, and tell her you’ll call her later before heading out the door. You slip your sunglasses on and walk outside.
Today would be a good day.