Nightmare

57

Nightingale opened his eyes and frowned at the unfamiliar ceiling. He looked at the window. Blinds and not curtains. It wasn’t his bedroom. Then the bed moved and he realised with a start that he wasn’t alone. Immediately he remembered where he was and who he was with.

Jenny had turned on her side with her back to him. He looked at his watch. It was just after ten.

‘If you want to do a runner I’ll pretend I’m asleep,’ she murmured.

Nightingale laughed and rolled over so that he could put his arms around her. ‘Idiot,’ he said.

‘I’m sorry, I.?.?.’ She didn’t finish the sentence.

‘Jenny, I’m here because I want to be here.’

‘You don’t have to say that, Jack. I was vulnerable last night and I needed somebody to be with me.’

‘I hope you don’t mean that you were just using me.’

She pushed her backside against him. ‘Now who’s the idiot?’ she said.

He held her tighter and pushed his face against her hair. ‘I guess this is going to make things harder in the office.’

‘Feels like it’s making things hard now,’ she said, pushing against him again.

‘Are you okay?’

‘In what way?’

‘You and me.’

‘More than okay.’

‘You’re sure?’

‘Jack, you’re going to talk this to death if you’re not careful.’

‘Talk what to death?’

Jenny twisted around and rolled on top of him. She kissed him on the lips, her hair falling over his face. ‘This,’ she whispered and slipped him inside her.