Andrew beamed back, his stomach wobbling at the intensity of the look that dwelled within Peter’s eyes, and whispered, “Good morning…” The greeting was accompanied by a smooth kiss and a shifting of sheets as the two bodies struggled to be closer together. 

Peter smirked to himself when they finally pulled apart, stating, “Someone’s in a good mood.” Andrew grinned back, feeling his boyfriend’s own ‘good mood’ pressing against his thigh, and Peter asked, “What are the plans for today?” 

In the room down the hall, troubled by the bright light that managed to sink even through the drapes around the window, Helena rolled over onto her left, sighed, twisted her pillow into a straighter position, turned back over onto her right and rolled her pillow over to access the colder side. When her eyes closed, however, and she came a mere footstep away from that land beyond her unconscious, the Brit hauled herself back again, eyes wide open. Her lids were heavy and her body exhausted, but she willed her mind to take a firm grasp on reality. 

Helena had spent the night in the most wondrous dreams, running through forests, driving down country roads, even the more bizarre trip to a science museum with one of her children’s old nursery teachers, but one thing had been present throughout her journeys: Dylan’s company. Whether they were lounging on beaches, running from man-eating jellyfish or, her personal favourite, fucking on top of a grand piano whilst the audience – an assortment of family members and old school friends – watched on, Dylan had been there.

In fact, Dylan had been in every dream that Helena had plunged herself into since the night of their kiss, which was almost four days ago now. Apparently, the other woman had told Andrew that she was busy filming a minor project and would be away for a few days, and Helena felt a certain discomfort between them, though seeing as Dylan was truly busy and she didn’t want to disturb her, the Brit found it impossible to face the ‘elephant in the room’ alone. Though that didn’t mean that the great, grey beast hadn’t taken to following her around wherever she went, plaguing her mind and causing Helena to find her thoughts digressing onto Dylan even when she was at her busiest.