David and Steffi (Part 1)

Part I 

Steffi

I woke up from a rather restless sleep to find a man on my bed.

Hi! My name is Steffi, well, Majesty Faye, but Steffi has a nicer ring to it. I'm 31. Single. Free-lance lights designer. Normal.

I live alone and finding a man on my bed is a very rare occurrence, especially when I don't know how he got there.

The man isn't exactly strange. In fact, he frequently crashes at my place after a late night. Purely platonic, for sure, and much to my disgust (the platonic part). He's David. My secret crush for the past two years except that I think he thinks I'm a convenient friend.

No, nothing's ever happened between us, it's just that we connected as easily as magnets with opposite charges. So I guess my reaction in finding a man on my bed may not have been the most normal, but since it's David, well, maybe there was a little wishful thinking involved.


"What are you doing here?" I said sleepily. David was sprawled on the other side of my queen sized bed. I'm tiny, but since I grew up with a queen sized bed, I never got used to sleeping on a small bed.

"I'm not sure. I feel so tired." David replied. His voice was husky.

"You're not coming down with something are you? I hope you didn't park in Mr. Lim's spot again." I turned over on my side to look at him.  David's eyes were closed and his eyelashes fanned against his cheeks. Longer than mine. Geez.

David opened his eyes and said "I don't remember parking. I think I left my car at the office." He threw his arm around me and said, "Let me sleep here, ok." He gave me a squeeze. How could I resist, right? But I have an imp in me, so I pinched his arm. Hard.

"Ow! What was that for?" He drew back and frowned at me, looking all offended.  I shrugged, "Maybe you're dreaming. I was just checking."

"Dreaming? Haha. If anybody's dreaming here, it would be you. Now let me sleep, will you?" He said, his words ending on a yawn. He flung his arm over my middle and flopped on his stomach. Squirming down the bed so that we were face-to-face, he gave me a sleepy smile and said, "I'm really tired tonight. When you wake up tomorrow, you have my permission to rag me about this."

I snorted. David's eyes remained closed. And just so he wouldn't get any ideas, I whispered, "Davs, when you sleep here, you stay on the couch."

He didn't bother to open his eyes when he said, "Stef, you're couch is tiny. In normal people's houses, it's called a loveseat."

I grinned but didn't say anything else. I watched David and knew the instant when he fell asleep. I reached over to turn off my night light and noted the time: 2am.

I snuggled deeper in his arms. I wanted to stay awake to savor having David's arms around me.  I mean, who knows when I'll get the chance again. But sleep called me and I slid into oblivion.

To be continued here