She does but...

She wakes early, the sun bright even through the closed curtains of her windows. As she opens her eyes, she smiles at the memory of the dream she's had, the stranger, the gardens...

"Oh my god" she giggles as the sleepiness leaves her and she realises it hadn't been a dream. As if to confirm to herself the truth, she rolls to her side, and blushes as she looks at the card he had left with her, propped up carefully on the side, facing towards her, her mobile phone right next to it.

Her mind clears and she recalls the thrill of last night, of being taken deep into the gardens of the mansion house, of what she did for him. As the memories filter back into her mind, she feels the same arousal that had filled her body last night.

"Stop it" she tells herself, trying to push the thoughts from her mind, but even so, the smile on her face grows as she remembers every detail of what had happened, how she had felt, how wet she had become all because of him.

"Enough" she almost shouts, throwing the duvet back and easing out of her bed and to the bathroom, convinced that a quick shower might be the best thing to clear her mind ready for the day. Ten minutes later she back in her room, wrapped in just a towel. As she sits on the edge of her bed to dry her hair, she looks again at the card leaning on her phone, and once again her mind returns to last night.

"Oh damn it" she giggles, picking up phone and card, and without allowing herself time to think of all the reasons why she shouldn't she sends him a message; "Hi, it's Flis, wanted to say thank you for last night, did you really mean it, would you want to see me again... see much much more of me?"

Even as she watches the screen change, notifying her the message has been sent, she blushes, sure he will laugh at her, at her eagerness, or worse, that he would think she was too easy to be worth any more of his time, after all, hadn't she willingly done everything he asked of her last night without showing any resistance.

She sits for a few minutes, staring at the small screen, hoping for a reply, more and more worried she's made a fool of herself. Eventually she has to put her phone down and return to drying her hair and getting dressed ready to get up properly for the day. Grabbing her phone, she makes her way downstairs, hearing the sound of her parents in the kitchen, still regularly looking at her phone hoping for a reply, her heart sinking more and more as time passes. Even as she makes small talk with her parents over breakfast, she keeps glancing at the phone, almost praying for it to beep and announce the arrival of a new message.

By the time breakfast is over, her parents have advised her they are out for the day, her mum asking her if she has any plans herself. And all the time her phone remains silent, much to her disappointment and concern. Certain she won't hear from him again, she decides to call some friends, see if anyone's around, deciding that getting out with some friends will help distract her from thinking about him.