Thankfully, no.

You awake feeling something pressing up to your side.
A soft something. No two soft somethings, and a slender arm draped over your chest.

For a moment you panic, wondering who it was.
To your relief, it’s Trish, pressing herself against you.

You give her a tender kiss on the forehead. “Hey you.”

“Hey yourself, stud.” She was tracing lazy circles on your chest, and you propped yourself on an elbow to look her in the eye. “Was I just dreaming or did the worst possible reunion between my best friend turned into one of the hottest experiences of my life?”

The tension lasted an eternity to you, but she broke it with a laugh. It was infectious and you couldn’t help but join it, all your worries melting away.

“No dream, doc. That really happened.”

You sigh in relief, before looking about your room.

“You haven’t been out long. Shanice just went for a shower.” She chuckled before adding, “You really gave it to her. She could hardly walk.”

You smile to yourself as Trish extracts herself from the bed and begins to gather herself.
She even prettier than you remember.

It’s with a pang of guilt that you remember what you were so excited about before walking in the gates this morning.

You were going to ask Trish on a date. You were pretty happy with your chances before.

Was it better to just confess now, or should you wait for a better moment?

Then again, he had only just gotten here. He hadn't even looked around the grounds yet.

Trish was already reaching for the door.