Delectable (Sinclair Bryant)

Unsuspecting

Sian began to rouse as the bright morning sun shone through the large bay window in Sinclair's bedroom. In their sleepy state last night, Sinclair had not drawn the curtains, not that it was hindering him. Sinclair had his head buried firmly into the back of Sian's neck, whilst his arm draped over her waist.

It took Sian a brief second to remember where she was as her eyes blinked themselves awake, squinting at the harshness of the winter beams. She looked around the bedroom briefly before her eyes shut again. She'd forgotten how comforting it was to sleep next to someone as she pressed herself into Sinclair's embrace, enjoying the weight and warmth of his body. Sinclair really was a hibernator, Sian thought, as he didn't even flinch when she moved. Nor did the small intermittent snores stifle at all.

Sian felt contentment like she had not experienced in a long, maybe ever, she couldn't quite remember. Not that it mattered, she knew she shouldn't compare Sinclair to anyone in her past. It was no comparison anyway; he was kind, fun, clever and could cook. The fact that he was so pretty was the icing on the cake. Last night had been close to perfect, too. Usually, men didn't like cooking for her, too concerned that they'd make themselves look silly.

When she opened her eyes again, now more accustomed to the light, she was smiling to herself. She scanned her eyes over the parts of the bedroom she could. It was lightly decorated, the slightly patterned wallpaper being a very light cream with a light green and cream border running through the middle. The curtains were of a similar shade and heavily patterned. The bedside table on the side she was sleeping was completely bare except for a cream lamp, she shuffled slightly more uncomfortably this time, realising she was probably sleeping on Natalie's side of the bed. It shouldn't have bothered her, she didn't want it to bother her but there was definitely a hint of jealousy pulling gently in her mind. She didn't like it, mostly because she had always prided herself on not being the jealous type.

She was drawn to his tanned arm over her body as she stopped looking around the room; the light brown hairs that covered it tickled her fingertips as she ran her hand over it. She wasn't trying to wake him up, knowing now that he liked to lie in on the weekends but she couldn't help herself as she traversed the muscles down to his wrist then his hand, where again, his veins were slightly protruding. As if already knowing her jealous thoughts, her fingers stopped on his wedding finger. She had never really inspected it thoroughly before but there was a light ring mark around it, where a band once sat. The sun hadn't quite done its job evening out his skin yet. Sian rubbed her finger over it lightly, feeling nothing but empathy for the man lying asleep behind her.

The constant idle stroking of his fingers as Sian zoned out stirred him. She didn't realise at first, as Sinclair lay still and enjoyed the feel of her soft affections and the scent of his new favourite shampoo. He'd have happily lulled there for the rest of the morning if not for the slight problem he faced; that slight problem being the sometimes awkward affliction that men often woke up with.

When Sian laced her fingers gently through his, Sinclair melted even further. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, they barely knew each other but everything felt good to him. And little had felt good to him in quite a while, so why shouldn't he enjoy her so much? Because a normal time frame would dictate that he shouldn't? If Sian was happy with the situation, then Sinclair was, and that's all that mattered.

As much as he wanted to be, Sinclair knew he wasn't confident in that thinking; Natalie had been fast and impulsive and that had turned out terribly. He quickly admonished himself as he began to show signs of being awake, he shouldn't compare Sian to her. They were chalk and cheese as far as he was concerned.