Jake is alone, and asleep

As Abbie pushed the door open, a streak of light from the hallway behind her expanded, with her silhouette in the center. The room was dark, and her eyes hadn't adjusted yet, so she couldn't see much. She stepped inside, slipped off her shoes, and as quietly as she could, closed the door behind her.

She stood in the dark for a moment, hoping her vision would adapt. There was a small glow from the bathroom, a dim sensor light that was on, probably because all the others were off. As she got accustomed to it, she began to make out shapes in the room -- the couch, the lamp, the bed.

As her eyes adapted, Abbie was able to make out the form of the bed, the white sheets rumpled over what she assumed to be Jake, asleep. She saw the red glow of the digital clock on the side table reading 3:08, and stifled a laugh at how late it actually was. She slipped the thin shoulder straps of her dress off her arms, easily pushing the dress over her hips and to the floor, leaving her completely naked.

She ran her hands over her body, gently squeezing her breasts, smoothly stroking her stomach, sliding her hands around her hips and touching her ass. As she softly rubbed her skin, her might fluttered with thoughts of the evening's activities, a montage of everything she'd been through that night.

She gazed at the bed, tilting her head to the side to better align with the figure sleeping. He had his back to her, but even from this angle, she knew it was Jake. His brown hair, slightly curled, his lean body. One foot stuck out from beneath the sheet, and Abbie was surprised to find herself curiously attracted to the sight. There was something so simplistically normal about it, and what she wanted in that moment, more than anything else, was to be on the other side of the bed.

Quietly, she tiptoed across the room toward her luggage. By this point, her eyes had adjusted, and she could see enough to open her suitcase. As she fished through her clothes, she thought, or, I could just climb in bed naked?

She mulled it over for a moment, and looked back toward Jake. She saw his face now, eyes closed, the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips. She could tell that he wasn't wearing a shirt, but didn't know if he had anything else on. She debated again whether to just crawl in bed naked -- but then decided that what she actually wanted was a quick shower. Three in the morning, but I'd rather get clean and refreshed now than tomorrow. A shower would also put a concrete conclusion to the non-Jake part of her evening, and give her the feeling of a clean slate when they woke up in the morning.

Turning back to her suitcase, she dug out a simple white tank top and a pair of lavender panties. This is casual enough to be normal, cute enough to be sexy, she thought, not knowing which direction Jake might prefer things to go whenever he woke up. She tossed the makeshift pajamas onto the bed, and softly walked toward the bathroom.

Abbie stood under the steaming hot water of the shower, the spray hitting her chin, neck, and chest. She breathed slowly, the steam rushing into her body, the heat of the water invigorating her skin. After a long stretch of simply standing under the water, she lowered her head, staring down at the floor of the shower, watching the water trickle into the drain, looking at her legs and feet.

"God, what a night," she said softly to herself. She lathered up a sponge with soap and slowly rubbed it across her body. The scent of the soap was satisfying, and as she washed herself, the scrub of the sponge was refreshing. Deliberately and carefully, she tended to all of her parts, cleaning everything thoroughly, and rinsing under the hot rainfall of the shower.

She stepped out of the stall, took hold of a towel, and patted herself dry. She felt extremely tired, and the shower did good to both revitalize her body and calm her spirits. As she dried off, she looked at herself in the mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of her image in the fogged-up glass. She approached the sink, leaning on the front edge, and dropping the towel next to her hand. She found a clear spot on the mirror and used it to look at her own reflection.

"You look good."

Abbie snapped her head to the side, both surprised and delighted to see Jake standing there.

"You startled me!" she said, smiling at him.

He grinned back. His eyes were sleepy, and squinting against the light of the bathroom. He wore boxers, and as she had suspected, no shirt.

"Sorry," he said.

"It's okay."

"Did you ... enjoy your evening?"

Abbie giggled. "I did. Did you enjoy yours?"

Jake nodded. "I'll admit, it was ... different."

"How so?"

"You weren't there."

Abbie closed her eyes and lowered her head. Then she took a breath and looked up at Jake, taking a few steps toward him. "I thought about you," she said as she reached him. She put a hand out onto his chest.

"Did you?"

She nodded. "Mm-hm."