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.

“Go back to sleep if you’re still feeling dizzy,” she suggested. “You had a lot to drink last night. I have to console our friend. He wasn’t happy that I didn’t return to

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

bed as she did not know if

but he was

go?” Natalie

of

back and the frantic breathing on the top of her

Shane’s low voice from above her

Natalie stuck her tongue out at

answer but spun her around to face him. After gazing at her for some

horror. “I have not brushed my teeth!” she protested as she shoved him away from

that either but kissed

than the first time, as though it carried a hint of a punishment of some sort as he

clear to Natalie that that was indeed

breaking her promise to him the

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

stale morning breath, she

With a powerful heave,