With a shake of her shoulder and some breakfast

Nipping into your kitchen, you quickly pour out orange juice and put some toast on. Your heart is still in your throat as you wonder what will happen when you wake Lauren up, but you fight down the nerves, trying to keep an appearance of calm and normality.

You walk through with the toast and juice to find Lauren still asleep. You feel a momentary pang of lust and fear as you look at ger sleeping form, but you quickly put down the breakfast and give her a gentle shake of the shoulder. She shifts slightly, but her eyes stay closed.

Nervously, you try again. Temporary relief flashes through you as she stirs, before trepidation returns. Will she remember something of last night? Will she be angry?

Groaning, she pushes herself up, eyes gradually focusing on you as she clears a dry mouth.