The Affair

Chapter 23.2

Saturday, July 23, 2022, 8:38am

William opens his eyes and sees Falcor just inches away from his face, gazing at him with its glossy plastic eyes. Caught off guard by the random sighting, he flinches in bed and throws the covers off of his body as he scrambles out it. His spastic movements cause Fallon to stir under the covers; she stretches out her arms with an audible yawn.

"Fallon?" he mutters, confused by her presence in bed, "Wh-wha... What is..."

"Good morning, sir!" she joyfully squeals as she sits herself up on her hands and knees, "How's your head? It kinda looked like you drank a lot last night..." She the tilts her head, keeping her morning eyes on him.

"Ah, yeah, my head... It's pounding... ugh," he says, rubbing his face with both hands. The sight of Fallon on June's side of the bed sets his mind into a frenzy, unable to recall the events of last night.

"My poor daddy..." she responds with a playful pout.

On her hands and knees, she crawls towards him. Reaching the edge, she rises and pushes her lips onto his. He feels her soft lips against his, and with it a familiar aroma of rose from her hair. Still in a hungover daze, he lazily returns her kisses. Regardless, she pulls away with a joyful smile.

"Water and aspirin are on the table behind you. Give me one minute, and I'll have your coffee ready. And then we'll talk about breakfast!" she says, softly clapping her hands.

With a happy giggle, she tumbles backwards and gracefully rolls out of bed. She lands on her feet and pops up with a slight bounce. He watches attentively, drawn to her perky breasts as they jiggle freely under her big shirt.

"Cute..." he internalizes, watching her trot away.

He recognizes the shirt right away. It is the same plain undershirt he let her keep during their first weekend at the hotel.  Thanks to her small body, the large shirt drapes down like a loose dress, falling just past her butt. His eyes follow her out, her stretching arms lifting the fabric up enough to see some cheeky skin.

She disappears from his sight and he is left alone. He turns his attention to the nightstand and sees a large glass of water next to two aspirins that Fallon had left for him.

"When did she even get here?" he questions in his rattled mind, flushing down the pills with a guzzle of water. "Well, she most certainly is considerate..."

He catches his breath after his first drink and then lifts the cup back up to finish the remainder. The water helps his dry mouth, but a gross feeling lingers. Needing to freshen up, he heads for the bathroom.

After a short time, he emerges with combed hair, brushed teeth, and a washed face. Fallon was back from downstairs and in bed, she points to the steaming mug of coffee she had placed on the nightstand and then beckons him to come sit next to her. He follows her cue and gets back into bed, sitting up right with his back against the headboard with his mug of coffee in hand. He gets situated and takes a slow sip of his coffee, exhaling a long breath as he relaxes from the hot beverage. Fallon then cuddles next to him; she places her arm over his stomach and rests her head on his torso just above his navel.

"How's the coffee, sir?"

"It's perfect, hon. Thank you."