How did it happen?
There she was looking into his eyes, his weight on top of her, his mouth on her neck, but how did it happen?
She couldn’t remember exactly when she’d realised he was flirting with her but she’d done her best to ignore it. She did like him. She did. He was a good friend. He was a good man. But this wasn’t right. She turned her face to the side and closed her eyes as they filled with tears and she thought of another time, another face, another touch.
Then she heard the immortal words “I love you” and woke up with a start. Alone.