Wrestling the Kraken

Angela

Angela

The light streamed into the room through the curtains, a beam of sun aiming right into Angela's eyes. Blinking, attempting to filter out the blinding rays, her vision went from blurred to restored. With the sleep now receding, she was able to view her surroundings.

This was not her room. Turning over, she saw Stavo beside her still asleep. An arm lay across her stomach. Looking down at the arm, she also caught a glimpse of her bare chest. A moment of panic shot her into full alertness, until the memories of last night flooded in. She lay her head back down and smiled at Stavo, asleep on his stomach, a light snore, sending morning breath her way.

Turning her head for fresh air, she found her clothes on the ground. Careful not to wake him, lifting Stavo's arm, she slipped out and began collecting them off the floor: One shoe, my skirt, 2nd shoe, blouse... where's my underwear?

Scanning the room, she found them under the bed. Putting them on with stealth, she mentally checked off all her possessions. Her purse, she knew, was on the living room couch. With her skirt on, all she needed was to button up her blouse. Reaching for the bottom pair, she realized her bra was still missing. She threw her arms up in silent frustration, then set them on her hips as she searched the room.

Stavo felt the sun on his eyes, but kept them closed. With his arm still stretched out, he anticipated reaching up for a handful of breasts. What he had, instead, was a handful of empty sheets.

Searching the other side of the bed with his hand, he still came up empty. He opened one eye and found that Angela was gone. Turning around he found her half dressed, buttons undone, searching for the rest of her outfit. He placed an arm behind his head and smiled as he caught a glimpse of the elusive breasts he had been after.

"If you're looking for your bra..." He said, startling her. "... It's up there." He nodded up toward the window.

Angela looked up and saw her bra hanging from a strap on the curtain rod. Attempting to get it down, she reached out for it, but it stayed hooked.

Stavo laughed and got up, as Angela grabbed a chair to drag over.

"I got it." He brought it down and held it out for her on one finger.

"Thanks." She smiled and went for the bra, but he pulled it up, away from her grasp.

"Were you really going to walk out on a man sleeping?"

Angela blushed, looking away. "I guess I was. Normally, I spend a few hours... not the whole night."

He handed her the bra. "So what you're saying is..." He leaned in closer. "It was so good you had to stay."

She rolled her eyes.

"Have breakfast with me. You gave me five stars on dinner last night, just wait until you see what I can whip up for breakfast."

"I can't. Maybe some other time." With her bra on, she buttoned up her shirt.

Putting on his own underwear and jeans, he walked her to the door. "Can I call you later?"

"We'll see each other at work." She said with a smile. Kissing him, she lingered for a moment, feeling her legs weaken at the touch of his hand on her back. Then she tore herself away, giving him one last smile before taking off.

Stavo was left standing in the doorway, wondering what he did wrong. In less than twenty-four hours he had managed to mess up two dates.

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