I woke up the next morning with the bright July morning sun coming through the window. With a smile on my face, but I still have a slight feeling of guilt in my stomach from the night before. I rolled over to check the time and noticed Tony was still asleep. It was 8.50am on the clock. I got out of bed and jumped straight into the shower. Once out, with a towel on, I headed downstairs to make a cup of coffee.
I stood in the kitchen, coffee in hand, when Jack was coming back from one of his morning runs. He had his shirt off and the sun was glistening over his toned body and arms. He noticed me, waved and headed towards my door. I was hoping he would have gone straight into his parents' house because I didn’t want to see him after what happened last night. As he headed down my path, I went
