Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Shane’s eyes flashed with excitement at the new offer.

Well, I can’t be too unreasonable.

With a grunt, he hung up.

Natalie knew him well enough to know that he had agreed. With a chuckle, she turned her attention back to Joyce. “I’m sacrificing so much for you, Joyce. When we go back, you’re going to work extra hard for me.”

It had been a long day for her, after the jet lag and the night of drinking. Her head began to feel heavy for wanting to get some sleep.

The following day, Joyce woke up feeling rejuvenated. She was dumbfounded at the sight of Natalie sleeping next to her.

“Nat, why are you in my bed?” Joyce gave Natalie a shove.

“What’s going on?” Natalie mumbled as she opened her bleary eyes.

“You tell me! Why are you in my bed?” Joyce persisted.

Natalie massaged her head as she struggled to sit upright. “You have the nerve to ask me that!” she replied in a huff. “You were so drunk last night that after I’d dropped you off in your room, you cried and clung on to me, insisting that I kept you company.”

“Was… was that what happened?” Joyce strained to recall the events of the night before through the haze of champagne and tears. Unfortunately, nothing came to her mind.

if you’re still feeling dizzy,” she suggested. “You had a lot

on her shoes and left Joyce alone in her room, who was sitting

door cautiously and tiptoed toward the bed as she did not

quilt was thrown off but he was

did he go?”

was about to search for him, a pair of arms

distinctly aware of the heartbeat against her back and the frantic

finally back.” came Shane’s low voice from above

tongue out

not answer but spun her around to face him. After gazing at her for some moments,

not brushed my

respond to that either but kissed

though it carried a hint of a punishment of some sort as he

became clear to Natalie that that was indeed

punishment for her breaking her promise to him

did not attempt to push him away after that realization. Instead, she wrapped her arms around

did not mind her stale morning breath, she would gladly

appetite evolved beyond kissing. With a powerful heave, he threw Natalie