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Having your coworker lying naked on top of you felt odd to say the least, Tom Tucker thought. Nothing that had just occurred over the past few hours had really sunken in until this particular moment, as he fixated on the rise and fall of Diane’s breath. It was a strange feeling, but he decided it was also a nice one.
Tom just wished he had a smoke right now; his wife had taken the box she normally kept in the nightstand when she left. Honestly, he was surprised Diane didn’t have one that he could bum, or better yet, share with her, but it was okay.
Her face was buried into her arms, which were folded across his chest, and underneath of a sheet as thin as paper her legs were roped with his.
Tom lifted a hand to scratch an itch on his neck. Then he paused to think. His eyes rose to the ceiling for a moment, then they fell back on Diane. He reached out towards her and rested the hand on the back of her head, letting his fingers comb through her ruffled hair. She tilted her chin up and gave him a tired smile. Tom slid his hand from her hair to the side of her cheek.
Diane yawned, picking her head up out of her arms and leaning into his palm.
“You’re sure she won’t be back by morning?” She asked, voice raspy and low.
“She won’t be.” Tom replied in a voice which was equally spent. He picked up his other arm and wrapped it around her back. Diane let herself relax, easing her body deeper into his.