The morning
Slowly I was drifting out of sleep. As I turned around I felt something around my ankle. Frowning I felt with my other foot and recognized my panty. Why? Then the memory came back. David, now lying behind me, what I – we- had done. A shiver ran through me. He was my mate, the arrogant bastard, the man I loved. I did not even know when that had happened, or when I had realised it. Not that I could tell him. We were friends, just friends, spending some time together. But last night? That might change something, everything. I hadn’t thought that he recognised me as a woman. He had never before treated me as one. I could feel him move behind me, turned around again. While I watched him sleep a smile spread …