Salt And Pepper

Hers:Pangs of Conscience

"I didn't want to be alone,"he says as he shuts the door to my room behind him.

And then, I don't even know what came over me but my lips meet his with the same kind of desperation that his had met mine, just a few minutes ago.

I was trying to absorb all of this, but it was just too hard to concentrate on anything other than how he was making me feel. His lips moved from my lips to my jaw and then to my neck, sending shivers down my body. I really, really felt weak from his touch. Could kissing really feel this way?

My legs appeared to have given out from the shock of it all and suddenly Jason, realising this, was lifting me up, and as if this had all been previously rehearsed, my legs went around his waist.

By the time we reached the bed, I'd removed his T-shirt and he had helped me out of my nightwear. He lowers me down and I lay on the bed, waiting for him to kiss me again, as he looks at me one last time, then climbs on top of me and makes me feel things I'd only heard about.

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I wake up a few hours later and the first thing I see is Jason Salt sleeping next to me. And not just sleeping next to me, sleeping next to me, naked. Oh, and did I mention the part where I'm naked too and he has his arms around me?

I slither out from under his grip, put on the first piece of clothing that I can find- which is grossly enough, his tee- and then make my way to the washroom. Really, what happened? And why did it happen?

Okay, we had a really nice time together at the bar, but not like it was a date or anything. He clearly misunderstood the whole me-wanting-to-help-him thing, because its not even that I want to help him, its my job!

Oh but you certainly were enjoying yourself, with this tongue in your mouth.

Gross!

The whole thing might have been a little...pleasurable. But that does not change the fact that it wasn't supposed to happen! I mean I'm his 'shrink', as he would put it anyway. This was so so wrong. This guy is in love with his dead girlfriend and grieving her death by snapping at anyone who tries to help and destroying his life. This very morning he was so mean to me, and now he's sleeping on my bed?

I splash some water on my face as I contemplate, do I want to get involved with someone who is in love with a dead person? Sure it'll all be physical, but I wouldn't want to be used like that, would I?

WAIT. WHY AM I EVEN CONSIDERING THIS? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

Oh God, this is disgusting. I quickly wipe my face with a towel and make my way out of the washroom. I see Jason, sleeping like a baby. There's no way I'm sleeping there, next to him.

After a little thought, I quietly open the door, hoping that everybody on our floor is fast asleep as I don't want anybody to see me changing rooms, considering the fact that I'm only in a T-shirt. Much to my relief, there's a dead silence outside and I shut the door to my room and get into Jason's room quicker than you could say ignominy.

Really, I was so ashamed of the events of the past few hours, I wanted to cry! Like how will things be tomorrow? How are we supposed to have therapy sessions after having sen each other naked? I wonder how people do it...be completely comfortable with someone they've had sex with, I mean.

Suddenly, I feel really exhausted and decide to worry about this in the morning.

Sleep is nice, you forget about everything for a while...just what I need right now.