Anne looked up at Harry, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She realised she was still wearing his jumper. Feeling her cheeks reddening, she pulled it over her head and laid it on the chair again mumbling something about being cold, whilst Harry just stared at her, confused with the turn of events.


Anne asked, “What are you doing back so early?” The question brought back to Harry’s mind the reason for his return and a feeling of guilt washed over him, he had completely forgotten why he was here, on seeing Anne asleep on his bed. He roused himself and said “I forgot my jacket, Becky’s waiting in the car. I said I would pop in and grab it.”


“Oh” said Anne looking disappointed. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in a frown and he asked, “Anne, are you okay?”

“Sure, why shouldn’t I be?” she asked rather sadly, not looking up into his eyes.


Harry, unlike his brother was perceptive, he knew there was something wrong and sitting on the bed next to her he said, “Tell me what’s up, maybe I can help?”


Sitting next to her, he could smell alcohol on her breath, what had got into her? Anne started to cry, she hadn’t meant to, but she couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face. He was being so kind to her and she couldn’t have him, he was with Becky.

Harry, concerned to see her so upset, hugged her without thinking about how appropriate it was. He just wanted to comfort her and stop her looking so sad.


She rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying his closeness, her sobs becoming quieter. The sleep had made her head ache less, but she was still very drunk. Harry’s neck was so close to her lips and she kissed it impulsively. She felt him tense immediately. She kissed him again, letting her lips linger on his skin and she felt a small groan escape his throat.

This was all the encouragement she needed and her kisses continued working their way up his jaw, until she reached his lips.


When she kissed him full on the lips, he pulled her tight to him. He had dreamed of her touching him like this and all thought of Becky and why he had come into the room disappeared.

Neither of them could tell how long they were there. All the pent up passion and frustration made them cling to each other and forget everything, except how right it felt to be kissing each other.

Whether it was five or twenty minutes later they couldn’t tell, but the door opened to Harry’s room a second time, bringing them both to their senses. They looked up in surprise at the newcomer.