Next Morning

The next morning, or more accurately the next afternoon, John awoke to the smell of cooking bacon. He leaned up to get a good look at Emily, shaking the bed slightly and waking her up.

"Good morning" he greeted.

"Morning" She smiled. "Last night was amazing."

"Yea... I can't believe it actually happened." John laughed.

"What do you mean?" Emily was concerned. "Didn't you want it to happen?"

"Of course!"

"You don't think this was a mistake right? Oh god you regret it don't you? How could I have been so stupid!" Emily welled up.

"No! nononononono!" John assured. "I just meant I can't believe it because I waited for long for it!"

"Sure." Emily gave him a skeptical glance.

"Really. It's just hard to believe that something I fantasized about for so long came true. And that it felt so much better than I ever could have imagined."

"Really?" Emily blushed.

"Really."

"I'm sorry. I know I get so insecure sometimes but-" Emily started.

"Don't worry about it. Look, I think we could both do with some breakfast right about now, so how about we just go downstairs and eat and relax for a bit."