Biker's Virgin

“Good morning.” She smiled, in obvious amusement.

I blinked again and looked around. “What time is it?”

“It’s eight-twenty.”

“Really?” I gasped, nearly jumping out of bed.

“Don’t worry,” Megan said quickly. “You have plenty of time to get to the station.”

“Still, I like taking my time in the morning.”

Megan laughed. “In my defense, I’ve been trying to wake you up for nearly fifteen minutes.”

Megan followed me to the door of the bathroom as I proceeded to brush my teeth. “How did I not wake up earlier?” I asked. “I set the alarm.”

“You slept right through it,” she told me. “It woke me up, though.”

I finished brushing my teeth. Then I washed my face quickly and turned to Megan. “I slept through it?” I asked again, in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“I’ve never slept through my alarm,” I said. “That thing is fucking loud.”

“Oh, trust me, I know,” she nodded. “Nearly scared the life out of me. Finish up in here. I’ll get breakfast on the table.”

Before I could stop her, she had turned and left me alone. I hopped into the shower and turned the water on without bothering to wait for the warm water to come in. Apparently, I had been so comfortable that not even my alarm had managed to wake me. I knew it was a direct result of having Megan with me. I remembered vaguely curling up against her in the night and having the warm curve of her pressed up against me.

I dried myself off and headed into the kitchen. Megan had a plate of scrambled eggs on a plate ready for me, and I sat down beside her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“I dreamt of you all night,” I told her.

“Really?”

“In fact, I was dreaming of you when you woke me up just now.”

“Good dreams, I hope.”

“I thought you were an angel,” I said. “I didn’t want to wake up because I thought I’d never see you again.”

Megan smiled. “I tried everything to wake you up…kissing and hugging and talking.”

“I just thought it was the dream,” I laughed.

She shook her head at me. “You were tired,” she said. “You needed to rest.”

“The only reason I was able to get any rest at all is because you were next to me,” I said. “I liked having you over.”

“I liked staying over.” She nodded. “It was so nice spending the night in a real bed, as opposed to a sofa.”

“How about you stay over tonight, too?” I suggested enthusiastically.

“Tonight?” Megan repeated.

“Why not?” I said. “Tomorrow’s my day off, so we can have a late night and sleep in tomorrow. What do you think?”

“Sounds nice.”

“Sounds more than nice,” I said, already imagining how it would all unfold. “Come on…say yes.”