New Beginnings
By londongirl
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New Beginnings
He stayed, the night after their first date, on the understanding that
nothing would happen. Her wine-fuelled sleep lasted from the moment
that her head touched the pillow until her radio clicked on at
7am.
She awoke with her head resting on his shoulder, his left arm around
her. She felt warm, safe, comfortable; even with two of them in her
tiny single bed. He kissed her good morning, asked her how she had
slept. She turned over to reach the night-stand, took a sip of water,
offered it to him. She lay back down on her left side, he rolled his
body to fit in behind hers, lying in the warmth that her body had just
left.
With his fingers he began to trace the outline of the vest she had
slept in, the strap on her shoulder, the line it formed across the
centre of her back. His left arm still cradling her, he planted kisses
on her neck and shoulder, little silver stars that she would feel
twinkling on her skin for days. She breathed in deeply, aware of her
every action, every sensation of this moment: the light falling through
the curtains, the weight of the duvet on her hip, the way his skin
smelt, the gentle pressure from his finger-tips. This is it, she
thought to herself, this is what it feel like to let go of the
past.
After he had left, she realised that this was going to knock her
sideways. Every lie she had told herself about wanting to be alone,
everything that her past relationships had taught her, none of it
applied this time.
There was no question of him not calling; they had both sensed it this
morning, this was a new beginning.
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