Taking a seat for himself, now, after turning off the cooking appliances and placing all dirty cutlery in the sink, Peter asked, “So, what are the plans for today?” before taking a large bite from his sandwich. 

Helena allowed the two men to choose the day’s activities, sitting quietly, though her thoughts did little to encourage the pounding in her head to cease. Her stomach flipped and a shiver of goosebumps licked at her arms as she remembered back to the night before and, most importantly, her kiss with Dylan. She had been initially surprised when the other woman’s soft lips came to hers, but something had sparked up within her that the Brit hadn’t felt in almost a year. Her chest longed to mirror the sensation, heart beating wildly, but she couldn’t quite manage it alone. Left with the shadow of those warm, tender lips pressed against her own, Helena tried best she could to control the blush that threatened to spread from her chest, up her neck, and took another sip from the cold glass of water. She did not yet fully understand these peculiarly fresh feelings that had entranced her the night before, and so Helena resorted to pushing them aside and doing her best to ignore all thoughts of their kiss, a task that was, apparently, much easier said than done. 

* * * *

The sun, on its return, appeared much stronger in the sky that morning, as if having just overcome the ailment of Night. It beat down on the little white house and suppressed a tense vibe of madness to loom in the rooms, dripping through ceilings and seeping through windows as if the world outside, itself, was trying to possess those ensnared within. Oblivious to the impending attack, Andrew grinned brightly at the idea of having a day off work that coincided with his boyfriend’s, a rare occurrence, and woke up eager that morning to make a productive and promising start to the new day. It couldn’t be any later than nine O’ clock, but he dismissed the idea of getting out of bed to check the time and merely pressed himself firmly into Peter.

The American finally awoke when gentle fingers began making circles over his chest and a shiver rocked him from his slumber. “Morning,” He greeted groggily, clearing his throat upon hearing his voice.