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at the man lying next to me in bed. His hair was tousled
from sleep and his eyes barely open but he was still every bit the handsome man
I’d only just met yesterday. I heard movement in the hallway outside the
bedroom door and Nick and I looked at each other as if we were only seeing each
for the first time. I started to mumble excuses, apologies, any words that
would come to mind to break the silence but he put up a finger to stop me.
    “Hello. You two
sleepy heads awake yet?” Sylvia said from the other side of the door with a
soft knock.
    “Yeah, we’re
awake,” I said feeling my heart triple in speed. My head was still spinning
from last night’s excess and I wasn’t quite ready to face an awkward morning. I
slumped onto my back and covered my eyes with my hands wishing I could simply
teleport back to my own bed.
    “Great,
breakfast is almost ready. Come on out and join us.”
    I heard Sylvia
walk away and the sounds of her talking to Ben from the kitchen. She sounded
happy. I risked a peek from behind the cover of my hands to see if Nick was
still in bed beside me. It was probably too much to hope that it was all a
dream. He was smiling down at me in amusement.
    “So…” he said,
“This is a little awkward, isn’t it?”
    “Yeah, tell me
about it,” I agreed. I didn’t need to look under the sheet to know that I was
wearing nothing but the black lace panties. “So I guess we… I mean, I don’t
really remember much…” I fumbled for the right words as I tried to piece
together the details of a night that I probably didn’t really want to remember.
I expected to feel different somehow, satiated, satisfied.
    “Relax, nothing
happened.”
    “You mean we
didn’t…”
    “No.”
    That explained
why I didn’t feel any differently but it didn’t explain why I was in a bed
wearing nothing but a pair of panties with a man I suspected was wearing
equally as little. I looked at him skeptically, squinting against the pain
throbbing in my head.
    “One guest room.
One bed,” he said reading the questions that were racing through my mind. He
shrugged as if it didn’t really matter and started to get out of bed.
    “Wait,” I said,
still feeling confused. “Why?”
    He shrugged
again and let his eyes trail over my body covered by the sheet almost as if he
were considering the possibility that something might still happen but then he
seemed to think better of it. He shook his head slowly and sighed. “You pretty
much passed out the minute we made it to bed.”
    “Oh.”
    He smiled and
disappeared to the bathroom. I sighed and sat up rummaging through my overnight
bag. I couldn’t wait to brush my teeth. He emerged from the guest bathroom moments
later wearing a pair of jeans but no shirt. I couldn’t help but notice that the
muscles in his chest were well defined. I waited until he left the room before
I jumped out of bed, wondering if perhaps I had been crazy to pass up the
opportunity to get intimately familiar with those muscles.
    After two
aspirin, a quick shower, and clean teeth, I was starting to feel human again. I
pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and followed the smell of scrambled
eggs and bacon to the kitchen where I found the other three laughing. Sylvia
and Ben looked natural together the way they worked to prepare breakfast and
set the plates out on the table. I couldn’t help but to smile as I watched
them. Nick and I may have been a total bust but cupid had certainly made an
appearance for those two. Sylvia gave me a little nudge as we sat down at the
table to eat and I realized that she still thought that Nick and I had
surrendered to our own night of passion. I wondered if it was worth mentioning
that we hadn’t. The truth would come out eventually but it didn’t feel like the
sort of thing that qualified as appropriate breakfast conversation. Luckily, I
didn’t have to say anything. Sylvia and Ben chatted away about everything from
current events to their favorite colors