You turn away from the bed and make your way to the door. As you reach the door you turn and regard the sleeping Rachel. Your feet carry you back to her bed if as by their own will. You reach out with your hand to gently brush Rachel's hair out of her face. Your alcohol tainted brain is telling you to have a feel and view of Rachel's body, while your conscience is pleading with you not to.
With a great effort and a loud sigh you pull the duvet covers up to keep Rachel warm. After another long look at Rachel sleeping peacefully.
"Sucks being the good guy" you grumble as you exit the bedroom.
You turn off all the lights in the lounge and hall before making your way to your room. You were so sleepy your head had barely touched the pillow before the lure of sleep embraced you. |