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 over my face. He looked so relaxed, younger than he was. What should I do? Pretend it had never happened? Get up and leave? Wake him and let him fuck me? Oh yes, I wanted him. More than I had ever wanted a man in my life. But we were friends. He was one of the few people I had let come that close to me. Did I want him because of that? Or had I let him that close because I wanted him from the beginning?

Carefully I climbed out of bed, pulled my panties back up. As quiet as possible I made my way to the kitchen. Tea, a fag maybe after that…

While I waited for the water to boil I looked around. It was smaller, but indefinitely tidier than the kitchen in my shared flat. Still smiling I poured the water, and then went back to the bedroom to get some clothes and my tobacco.

David stirred in his sleep and I stood still and watched him. Damn, why had things become so complicated? Or was it just me? I sighed and he opened his eyes. For a moment that seemed to last forever, we just looked at each other. He nearly naked under the blanket, me, tank top and panty, clothes in my hand.

His brow furrowed, a strange expression flickered across his face. “So, what are you up to?” No ‘good morning’ , no smile. A lot had changed.

“Just dressing for a tea and a fag.” Even I could hear how stupid that sounded.

His smile returned. “Tea and a fag…” While shoving the blanket aside he sat up and looked at me. His shorts were still pulled down and I could not help it. I looked straight at his crotch. He wasn’t that big now and I felt the grin creeping on my face as the memory came.