They were asleep.
The post-orgasmic sleep was a coma for them. Nobody woke up until a scream came from somewhere. It was feminine and very familiar.
Jenna woke up first and lazily scanned her bedroom looking for the source but when she couldn't find one, she went back to her side on the bed nuzzling closer to a body that was hard and soft at the same time. Jenna didn't need to know who it was because last night they were tired but awake when they decided to share the bed.
Breathing in him, Jenna closed her eyes to sleep for a couple more minutes when the sound came again. This time quite clearly.
"Oh my GOD!!!!" came Delilah's voice like a shattering heart attack.
Jenna jolted up with panic and hit David in his nose who was fast asleep like a log. Shocked, she turned to him and checked his nose then around her room to see if she was here but thank fuck she wasn't.
"Wh-What happened?"David groaned checking his nose for signs of a cracked bone, then looked at Jenna. "What is wrong?"
"Delilah is here. Oh my god!!! Get up," she shrieked and slid out the bed frantically. Her foot got caught in the bedsheet and she nearly broke her face but David caught her by the elbow steadying her,
"Breathe," he said.
Breathe?
How in the fuck is she supposed to breathe when David is in her bedroom? What excuse would she make up for this? What excuse could be made? Delilah is probably downstairs. Her mind told her that Delilah saw her apartment furniture and was now squealing like a happy kid who finally got that one toy they had to beg for weeks to have it.
It was both good and bad for them. Good in the sense it gave them time to clean up the evidence of the night before. Get David out without catching her attention and pretend like nothing happened. Like they didn't just break one rule last night.
Bad in the sense, that Jenna could hear Delilah very closely on the second floor. Oh no no. She was supposed to be downstairs. Why'd she up here?
"They're here, Dad," shouted Delilah and yep. It was confirmed Del was looking for her father who surprise surprise was in Jenna's bedroom without a shirt.
Jenna swiftly turned to him, eyes full of panic, hands sweaty she saw David move around like Flash, wiping the sleep off his face with a towel. Finger combed his hair and tied the knots of his sweatpants that somewhere along the night he wore.
"I can't give her a look I just woke up when she knows my habits," he said calmly. "Neither I can rush out of the room without looking guilty,"
"Oh my god. This is bad. What was I thinking asking you to sleep in my room?" Jenna rubbed her face and started pacing around. "She will find out. We're done. I fucked up,"
David walked to her and cupped her cheeks, "You didn't ask me to sleep in your room. I did,"
"That doesn't make anything better. You're still where you're not supposed to be,"
"Jenna. Breathe,"
"Stop telling me to breathe. Del is here David,"
"Yes, and we didn't do anything wrong. We didn't have sex and you panicking like we did will give her a wrong impression. Now relax,"
Conflicted, she closed her eyes and let David's finger calm her down. His touch warm and serene worked magic on her overstimulated mind and heart. Jenna took a few more inhales and exhales before meeting his eyes.
"She saw her furniture and nothing else. Don't overthink and regret last night, you hear me?"
"Dad, where are you?" Del was near.
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My Controversial Secret
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