You awaken late, wrapped in warmth, a strong tanned arm around your waist, a hand on your belly. A silky bundle of honeyed curls peeking past your shoulder. A slight, not obnoxious snore just behind your head. The hand is not too unusual these days, I'll admit. But this hand, this body, right?
Well that was it, wasn't it. You and Ashley together, finally. How did it go? Oddly she's not as practiced as you. But she was intent and intense. What part of it, what moment, do you remember most clearly as you wake?
I'll say she did see the cuts, looked at them with worry, but she didn't say a word. She just looked up into your eyes, then cradling your arm in her hands she bent and kissed the cuts gently before pushing forward to explore other interesting things.
Finally she held you, stroking hair and skin and whispered how much she loved you. How she would never lie to you again.
What were your dreams like? How close have you come to passing off your debt to the King?
Anyway you're awake. You're awake because you heard a noise... or maybe sensed one. Your doorknob quietly turns. In a moment your eyes meet another set of eyes.
Your mom stands frozen in the doorway. She's ...shocked, seeing you and Ashley wrapped up like... well like lovers. She's gone pale as if afraid, one hand going to her chest. You notice she's still wearing the dress from last night.
Ashley murmurs and shifts, pulling you against her, but doesn't wake.
What do you do?