Every now and then her sister bumps into her, bringing her back to where they really are. She allows herself moments to watch Amy. Amy is so carefree. Her movements flow naturally as she dances intimately with Brian. The hunger he has for her apparent in his eyes.
The tempo slows and she sways in Adam’s embrace. They continue dancing until the lights turn on.
They file out of the club with the other dancers of the night. Outside it is cold. The sun gone down long ago. Adam holds Sarah close, knowing she will be freezing cold after the heat of the club.
Brian and Amy are holding hands. Still dancing to the music that has faded away. He twirls her and spins her. Amy’s giggles float in the crisp, night air.
The two couples make their way down the street, still full of energy. Adam stops as they come to a hot dog cart and orders four hot dogs. Sarah holds up her hand to refuse the one he hands her.
“You should eat,” Adam says.
The smell of the hot dogs turns Sarah’s stomach and she shakes her head. She couldn’t stand to eat it.
“Trust me,” Adam says.
“I’ll eat something at home,” Sarah says, “promise."
Adam hands her hot dog to Brian, who eats it without hesitation.
Sarah hugs her sister and kisses her on the cheek. “Get home safe.”
“I’ll be sure she does,” Brian says.
Amy smiles. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” she walks away, hand in hand, with Brian.
Adam puts his arm around Sarah’s shoulder and together they walk to her apartment. Sarah welcomes the fresh air, even though it is crisp and cold. It is a long walk but she likes the time she has with Adam. She reaches into her pocket for her keys when they approach her building. She doesn’t remember ever having to use them because Walter has always been there to greet her. But he isn’t a robot; he can’t work twenty four hours a day.
Adam holds the door open for her once she unlocks it, unsure if he is going up with her or not. Sarah steps into the building and stops. Slowly she looks down at his hand by his side.
‘Do I invite him up?’ She has never been in this position before. Usually the guy just makes an assumption, which in the end turns into his demise. They are always so sure of themselves and she doesn’t want to be predictable or taken for granted. But Adam waits there, holding the door, not making any assumptions.
‘Just do it,’ a quiet voice in her head encourages her. Giving her the little push she needs.
She looks up to Adam’s eyes and sees the hunger she saw in Brian when he looked at her sister. Without thinking further, she grabs the hand at his side and lightly pulls him into the building.
In the elevator, Adam pulls her in close. Liking the feel of his body against hers, she leans in to him.
The elevator ride seems too quick as it comes to a stop on her floor. She sighs, stepping away from him and together they go to her apartment.
Adam brushes the hair away from her neck as she unlocks the door causing goosebumps to erupt on her arms.
The sun shining bright in her window wakes her. The bright light makes her head throb. Her pillow not as soft as she remembers it.
‘That’s not your pillow,’ the mother hen squawks a little too loudly inside her head.
Slowly she opens her eyes. She is pressed up against Adam, her head on his chest. His arm is wrapped around her.
Adam kisses her on the top of her head. “Good morning beautiful.”
“Mmmm,” she moans.
“Can I make you breakfast?”
She shakes her head and quickly regrets it. The movement sends her head spinning.
“You didn’t eat last night like I said.”
Sarah groans and holds her head. Adam chuckles.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Sarah groans as his chest moves.
Adam smooths her hair. His strong hands are so gentle. He kisses her again before sliding out of the bed.
Adam comes back with two Tylenols, orange juice and toast on a tray. Sarah is face down on the bed, exactly where he left her, lightly snoring. Carefully, he places the tray on the bedside table and bends down at the side of the bed.
“Sarah,” he whispers, “hey honey. You should have some Tylenol and orange juice. It will help you feel better.”
“Did you just call me honey?”
“I did,” Adam chuckles, “is that okay?” He moves her hair out of her face.
“Uh-huh.” A small smile creeps onto her face.
“Here,” Adam grasps her hand and puts the Tylenol in her palm, “take these and you can sleep for another hour.”
Slowly she moves her hand to her mouth and takes the pills. She opens her eyes slightly to see a glass of orange juice. Taking it from him, she gulps it down. Careful not to move the bed too much, Adam lays behind her and wraps his arm around her. She holds his hand and falls back to sleep.
(c) Rachel Rennie 2015