The sheets were warm, preserving her precious body temperature deep within its fibres, when Al awoke with a dreamy smile on his face and rolled over to find her side of the bed empty, the duvet rolled back haphazardously.
His head still clogged from the white wine (that had been meant to be a Christmas present for Jamie's parents, but had proved more irresistable that he'd presumed) and the vivid memories of the activities they had conducted in the bedroom once the bottle had been drained, Alex rubbed his eyes and propped himself up with his elbow on his pillow. His brief moment of bliss and peacefulness was crudely terminated by a sound that was something like -
"Jamie?!" Alex called out, his nerves instantly grating, as he toppled from the warm, perfume-scented bedsheets and hammered on the clean white painted door to the ensuite bathroom.
"Can I come in?"
Tenderly, Alex pushed on the wood of the door, and was instantly stricken by the unmistakable odour of stomach acid. His bathroom was cramped, barely containing an adequately-sized shower, sink and toilet. She was buckled over the toilet seat, her glorious golden curls spilling over the bowl.
"Oh no," Alex murmured, dropping stealthily to his haunches to scoop as much hair as he could to the nape of her slim, bumpy neck.
Jamie coughed deliberately and spat into the vomity water. "I'm fine," she said, reaching for the handle to flush the toilet.
"I'm so sorry, I should never have opened that wine last night," Alex fumbled as Jamie edged over to the sink and squeezed a blob of Alex's menthol toothpaste onto her toothbrush, which had resided in Alex's bathroom for a total of twelve nights now.
"Don't be silly," Jamie said, beginning to loudly scrub her teeth.
"Guess I'll have to buy another bottle to give to your parents now," Alex teased, joining her in front of the mirror and pecking her cheek as she gazed into the mirror.
"Don't be silly, they're not expecting anything for Christmas." Jamie spat into the sink and knocked on the faucet.
"Yeah, but I wanted to show them how..." From behind, Alex slid his hands around Jamie's waist, covered only by her silk black nightdress, "how much I appreciate all they've done for me."
Jamie stopped the tap and frowned. "You've only met them like, twice! What have they done for you?"
Alex pressed his lips to the tight skin of Jamie's fragrant neck, and slid his hands down her balloon hips, and stroked her toned thighs, before running his fingers back up her protruding spine and stroking her lush blonde hair.
"They made all of this," he whispered, tucking a stray lock behind her ear, and tugging her around to face him. "And since I can't bring them the beautiful city of Verona, as they deserve, some bottle of Italian wine will have to do the trick."
A smile tugged at the corners of Jamie's lips, and Alex pulled her in and kissed her deeply and passionately - oblivious to the quick left-hand glance Jamie made toward the corner of the match-box bathroom.