According to the clock on Nadine's bedside table it was quarter to one in the morning when she felt herself drift back into consciousness. Steadily details of the previous hours came back to her as her eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of her bedroom.
Nadine laced her fingers in between the fingers of the hand that was resting on her stomach. A warm feeling spread through her as she realised that they were spooning for the first time and felt herself smiling giddily. Before tonight, after these kinds of – activities – they had only fallen asleep for short periods of time and had never had to find comfortable sleeping positions. Normally Nadine would awake to find her head resting on James' shoulder or chest, but normally she slept on her side. Apparently James had snuggled up to her in the night.
Nadine frowned, trying to remember each incident that she had tried to burn into her memory until the end of time, but already they were starting to blur together into one recollection of happiness. Now she was smiling again; somehow forgetting the number was more special than keeping track. Nadine sighed contently and wondered if this constant state of elation and giddiness was good for her. Even if it wasn't though, Nadine doubted she would want it to stop. It was the little things that she hadn't even expected to happen that were what made finally being with James so incredible. It was the weight of his arm across her side. It was one of his legs being between hers and his leg hair tickling the skin that she had never cared more about shaving in her life. It was his breath warming the back of her neck through her hair. It was that feeling of something pressed against her bum-
Oh.
Straight away, Nadine knew what that was and felt herself tense up. She had no idea why though. After all, she had touched it and – things – before. It wasn't like she didn't know it was going to be there when they weren't, well, using it. But still...
As gently as she could, Nadine tried to shuffle forward a little, just enough so her middle wasn't in contact with any part of James. Unfortunately the moment she stopped moving, James, still unconscious, pulled her back towards him. In any other situation Nadine would have found the action incredibly sweet, but now it had annoyed her.
She closed her eyes and tried to rationalise this strange turn of events. This shouldn't be weird. She loved him. He was her boyfriend and she loved him and this sort of thing was expected. Right? She exhaled deeply and decided not to think about it. This was the first time this had happened to her so of course it was going to feel a little peculiar. They had been friends for years and for most of that having his leg too close to her sent her into a fit of panic and blushing. This was just like that.
Exactly like that. No difference at all when you thought about it.
No. It was no good.
She may be a mature, legal adult, completely besotted with the man behind her, but the fact remained that a boy's willy was touching her and she would much rather that it didn't.
Nadine sighed and chastised herself. It must have been well over a decade since she had last used the word 'willy'. It was a penis. James' penis.
And there was no way she could sleep with it pressed against her.
Giving into the voice inside her head that had curled into a ball and started squealing since she had woken up, Nadine scouted the room for her pants. If she could just slip out of bed, put them and return without waking James up, there would no longer be an issue and she could go back to acting like a normal, love-struck fool. Slowly, she edged away from him as she pulled her pillow down to replace her next to James, hoping that he would mistake it for her. Once the pillow was in place, Nadine carefully rolled out of bed in a move that she was fairly certain didn't look as smooth as she had thought it had been.
