Island girl

Not the End

Paul woke, and for a moment wondered why he was lying on the sofa.

But then memories of the night before flooded into his mind, he recalled was how he and Alison had ended up making love on the sofa, then snuggled up legs and arms entwined with each other, before finally falling asleep together.

Dawn was just breaking outside, and with it the very real implications of what had happened between them the night before.

Not that he regretted it exactly, but he had been so careful these last few weeks where Alison was concerned, holding back his feelings for her, because he knew his stay here was not permanent  He had no desire to hurt her in anyway.

Last night he had let his emotions for her overrun his good sense. Suddenly wasn't sure what was going to happen nex,. now they had crossed that line of intimacy.

And as special and as good as it had been; it bothered him that the timing and situation when it had happened, could not have been worse.

He sat upright, wondering where Alison was. Her clothes which he had left by the fire to dry, were still there.

Then he thought he heard her humming to herself from somewhere within the cottage, and realised it was coming from the kitchen.

Getting up and crossing the room, he faltered at the open doorway of the kitchen as his eyes caught sight of her. She was opening one of the kitchen cupboards, and bringing out some plates, her back was still to him.

She was still dressed in his shirt so he could see the length of her bare shapely legs as she moved across to the sink, her long dark hair was all mussed up, yet he felt the hungry tug of desire sweep through him at the sight of her, recalling the feel of her body with his, from the night before.

He was discovering now it was unleashed, it was going to be impossible to put aside so easily again.

She  glanced up and caught sight of him watching her. She didn't seem in the least discomfited by his presence, despite what had happened the night before, there no sign of modest shyness or awkwardness on her part Instead she just smiled warmly at him, as if being there was the most natural thing in the world

"Morning, I was about to make us breakfast, are you hungry?" she enquired.

He responded by walking over to her, drawn to her by some invisible spell, his arms. sliding around her waist so he had pulled her against him as he looked down at her, the lust in his blue eyes very evident, "I am hungry, but I don't think its for food," he admitted huskily.

Now she did blush a little as she looked up at him, then laughed as she pulled back a little from him, "Well I was thinking you are going to need a good breakfast in you for the journey home later," she then reminded him gently.

This reminder had the affect of quashing his ardour immediately, "Oh yeah, I guess so," was all he said flatly. "You don't have to do this." he then told her as the guilt of his eminent departure sunk in.

"I want to," she replied, "actually I need to, so please, let me do this for you," her brown eyes stared up at him almost pleadingly

"Ok," he relented kissing her briefly on the lips, although he didn't even have much of an appetite, "If this is what you need to do, who am I to stop you"

"Thank you," she smiled, "I can make us some bacon and eggs," she went on cheerily, "Though I am not sure I can match your culinary skills, but I will do my best."

"I am sure it will be fine," Paul returned with as much enthusiasm as he could muster under the circumstances, He realised that Alison was doing her best to behave in a manner that would not make him feel bad about the previous evening. And obviously wanting to make the best of what was left of their time together, as short as it was.