thirty
Sunlight streaming through the gaps in the hastily drawn curtains and the honk of early morning traffic woke Elizabeth on Sunday morning. She stretched languorously, like a cat, rolled onto her side, her eyes fluttered open as she felt across to the other pillow. Disappointment coursed through her as she realised she was alone in the bed – Jason’s bed, to be precise. Memories of last night ran through her mind; kissing in the lift, slowly undressing each other, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, clutching the bed sheets as pure pleasure rippled through her, again and again. Elizabeth smiled as she recalled wrapping herself against his chest, her body aching from hours of lovemaking. It had been an eye-opening night. She blushed at the memories of what they’d done together.
