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For a time neither spoke though they also didn't make a move to hold each other. The room was absolutely silent, each lost in their thoughts.

"We should probably go to bed," Brad quietly suggested.

Lifting off him, she nodded even though he didn't see it. Finding the top of the sheets, Nikki pulled them down then slid underneath, Brad following her lead but leaving most of his body exposed.

Feeling movement next to him, he realized Nikki's hand was searching for his.

"Thank you," he heard her say, the last words before both fell asleep.

Though sleeping in a strange bed Brad enjoyed a restful slumber. He awoke to find Nikki lying face down, head turned away from him, her arms slipped under her pillow. Her alluring contours were revealed by the sheets which fell just below the sensual dip of the small of her back.

Her hair which last night had been styled in gentle waves was flung in disparate directions, the pale golden strands grazing the nape of her neck. In quiet repose she slept, unaware of the man who gazed upon her resplendent form.

Lying back down, Brad stared at the ceiling, thinking about how he had gotten here and what had transpired hours before. He should be happy, at the very least satisfied. Instead he felt muddled, a nagging doubt eating at him. Turning his head to look at Nikki, her skin having a soft radiance in the growing light of the room, he wondered.

Sitting upright, he looked about her bedroom, noticing clear evidence of a woman's touch. Back to Nikki he looked, understanding a bit more about her though it wasn't that surprising. Gazing again at his surroundings, something struck him: there wasn't a single item from her marriage. No pictures, no mementos, no anything to suggest she had briefly lived in another country.

Slipping from the bed, Brad quietly gathered his clothes and left the room, heading to her living room where he dressed. In the final stages of buttoning his shirt, he was looking out the window when he heard Nikki's voice ask, "What are you doing?"

Startled, he snapped his head around to see her naked form coming towards him.

"I'm getting dressed," he informed her even though it was quite obvious what he was doing.

"You're leaving?"

"You were asleep and I didn't want to wake you."

She gave him a hug, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I want you to stay," she told him.

Unable to resist the delightful form pressed against him, Brad swept his hands over her back where they came to rest at the top of the gentle curve of her ass. Nikki nestled tighter against him, her still rose-colored lips nibbling his neck, their soft touch reinforcing the tactile sensuality of her nudity.

Brad didn't say anything, aroused at this early hour by these tender caresses.

Kissing him, she reached to his front and undid his shirt, pulling it off him.

"Nikki," Brad said, pushing her away. "What do you want?"

A perplexed look crossed her face, unsure why he was stopping her.

"I want you," she told him.

A cold rock settled in his stomach, his thoughts reaching back to remember how some characters in his books had reacted in similar situations, his only comfort Nikki wasn't armed with a knife or gun.

"Nikki, I can't," he told her, reaching down and picking up his shirt. "I shouldn't have come over. I'm sorry."

"But you did," her cheery voice said. "You stayed with me all night."

"Yes, I did," Brad admitted while shrugging on his shirt, "but I shouldn't have. It should have ended with dinner."

Wrapping her arms about his neck, she buried her face on his shoulder.

"Please don't leave," he heard her whimper. "Please don't."

Hesitantly, and with a light touch, Brad held her, hearing her sniffle.

"I have to go," he said, though unwilling to release her.

"Stay with me," he heard her cry. She rubbed her face into his shoulder, a dampness soon felt when tears wet his shirt, her body shaking in his arms.

Holding her, he let her spill her emotions on to him, letting her cry as long as she wanted.

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