Waking up in Emma’s bed!

You wake in the darkness, sun sliding through a gap in the curtains, and for a moment you don’t know where you are.

Then you realise, and a broad grin creeps over your face as you recognise the soft, steady breathing of the girl in bed next to you.

Emma is as sweet-scented as ever, but the room also smells quite a lot like leftover pizza; and you laugh quietly to yourself, nestling further into the pillows. Emma’s bed, is, naturally, queen-size, freshly-changed and stupidly comfortable.

You doze for a while, slipping in and out of consciousness. Then you’re suddenly awoken by something –