By the way, I don’t know if it was the alcohol or what but last night you were moving about so much you nearly pushed me off the bed several times.

I blushed, lowering my gaze. I didn’t really remember much from last night but I knew had a tendency to make a bed mine, no matter who else was in it.

Sorry, I like to get comfortable. I murmured.

Millie laughed, shuffling a bit closer to me.

Yeah well so do I and its pretty hard when theres someone else trying to kick you out of bed every five minutes. she said, sitting opposite me and crossing her legs.

If I knew you were there I probably wouldn’t have tried to kick you out.

I met her eyes shyly, getting a meaningful look back.

Ill hold you to that. she said, biting down on her bottom lip and smiling.

There was a moment of silence, I knew what I was thinking about and it wasn’t hard to guess that Millie was thinking the same thing.

So you going to tell me who this artist is, you seem to like theyre work. she said, reaching for one of my drawings on my bedside table.

I stopped her, trying to pull her hand away from the piece of paper. But she already had it and wasn’t going to let it go. Her face was so close to mine I could feel her breath against my cheek.

Its no one famous. I said, still trying to prise her fingers off the paper.

So you wont mind me having a look at this one then.

She turned to look at me, holding my eyes for a second before kissing me. I succumbed to the kiss, feeling Millies desperation behind her lips. Her body began to press down against mine and I forgot about my hand on hers for a moment and she snatched the piece of paper away.

Hey that’s not fair! I said, trying to grab it back as she turned away from me.