He was awake. All of him. Clearly. Ahem.
“Well, can’t waste THAT,” he laughed when he caught her looking.
And they were off to the races yet again. This was, what? The third time? No, fourth, since they stumbled into her apartment late last night.
She knew she was gone, long gone. And she knew this was a Supremely Bad Idea. And she knew she could no more stop herself than stop the world turning. Done deal. Too late.
And that’s how it started.
He was beautiful, she thought. Seriously, he should be a girl with those eyelashes and that hair. Of course, the beard and moustache would have been problematic. She giggled at the thought, and he looked at her with one eyebrow perfectly arched. Lordy.
“What’s funny? Do I amuse you?” he asked, and leaned in to kiss her ear.
She swooned. “No, you arouse me,” she said.
He propped up on one elbow and smiled down at her while she tried desperately to cover herself with the sheet and surreptitiously check the corners of her mouth for dried spittle. First times waking up together were minefields of potential embarrassments.
He laughed and pulled the sheet up to her chin. His mop of curls rearranged themselves perfectly, with one lock dropping to cover one long-lashed eye.
And that morning was the source of all that would eventually go completely wrong.