In the morning, I felt surprisingly good. Looking over at Howie, he looked the same as last night only sleepier and I felt good about him. I thought back to everyone who had shared my bed in the past week or so. He was the only one I didn't feel regrets about. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't in love with him. I just felt like he wasn't a mistake. Whether or not we would last, I didn't know but it didn't matter. It was a good experience.
He rolled over in his sleep with a groan and I sat up to look at his face. He was handsome. I smiled to myself and looked into the mirror where I seemed to be smiling a lot more. I felt a giddyness sweep over me but I wasn't ready to go. I turned away quickly and shook it off.
I woke Howie by kissing him gently. He jumped at first but then wrapped his arms around me and rolled me over on my back and continued kissing. I ran my hands through his hair then pulled him away.
"Let's get something to eat before you get too frisky," I said, jokingly.
He smiled and got out of bed and put some clothes back on. He left the room and I looked back into the mirror. She wasn't smiling anymore but I gave her a naughty grin before leaving the room. No way was I leaving just yet.