Eleven: The Morning After

She woke up still tangled in the sheets that were evidence of the night's rumpus. Staring at the picture on the wall she didn't even notice was there last night. It wasn't a dream, she didn't imagine it, as far as her memory allowed her to remember, she enjoyed it very much.

What happened to guilt? Why hasn't it knocked on her door? It was the weirdest feeling ever. She looked at the man who gave her one of the best nights of her life and saw his peacefully sleeping face under the sunlight. It stirred her inside.

Did Declan feel the same way in the morning when he woke up next to that woman?

She wondered if his affair had driven her to that bed. She didn't have an answer to it. Whatever it was, it doesn't justify what she did.

Had the man not been Roman, would she have done the same? For that, she has a firm answer, 'No'. There was something about Roman that she just couldn't resist.

He slowly opened his sleepy eyes, bright blue against the ray of sunshine, his long lashes glisten