TWENTY-FOUR B

Lying on his bed, Lacey rested her head on his chest listening to his heart beat and feeling the rhythm of their breathing. With their legs tangled and their forms so close to each other, she felt warm and comfortable. Softly sliding her hand on his lower arm until her fingers intertwined with his, she smiled when he locked his fingers, then she locked hers. His other hand squeezed her shoulder lightly. They weren't talking, they were just in a comfortable silence that made them both happy. She wasn't angry anymore. Tom couldn't begin to discribe how happy that made him. He had to admit though, that he was a lot relieved that it hadn't ended with them breaking up. It sounds stupid but it could have been possible. He knew what she wanted and with no reasoning what so ever, he almost wrecked it. Her decision to stop sneaking around was a good idea.

Now that Tom is in her life, she can't imagine him not being in it. She loved him, so the thought of losing him felt dreadful. Unles