The first thing Clara noticed when she woke up was that she was feeling warm and utterly comfortable. Still half dreaming she nuzzled her face against the warm chest in front of her and strong arms were pulling her closer, holding her. For a moment Clara was determined to go back to sleep but then a thought crossed her mind. Alex was still sleeping in the guest bedroom. She couldn't remember walking home and or going to sleep in her own bed. Carefully Clara opened her eyes.
John was obviously still asleep – they had fallen asleep on the sofa, holding each other. Her guilty conscience immediately told her to get up, wake John and leave, but she was so comfortable. He was holding her and she hadn't felt so loved and protected in such a long time. It was just cuddling, nothing to feel bad about, Clara told herself as she closed her eyes again. John should be the one to wake up first and Clara was determined to enjoy every second of this until he did.
Suddenly someone cleared their throat. “Do you guys need me to pretend to be asleep for another hour or so?” Donna asked.
Clara opened her eyes again and so did John. He seemed confused for a moment, looking at Clara first, and then at Donna.
“Donna,” he blurted out, immediately letting go off Clara and straightening himself into a sitting position, “You're up!”
“Yes, I am up. I better be. My train leaves in two and a half hours,” she said and casually took a sip from her coffee.
Then suddenly it hit Clara like a sledgehammer. “What time is it?” she asked, panic in her voice.
“11:30,” Donna replied and Clara immediately jumped up, ignoring that she felt slightly dizzy from the suddenly rush of blood.
“I need to go. Alex is gonna be home soon,” she said and quickly rushed to grab her jacket, “Sorry. It was lovely meeting you, Donna. See you!”
She darted across the street and realized in horror that Alex' car was already parked in the driveway. Clara was too late and he would never, ever forgive her for this. Not only had she refused to spend New Year's Eve at the company party with him, she had also lied to him and went to John to celebrate. And to make it worse she was now returning – at noon – in her pyjamas.
Clara opened the front door as quietly as possible so as not to attract his immediate attention and left her jacket at the coat rack before she stepped into the living room. It was empty. Clara quickly moved on to the kitchen and found Alex sitting at the table, quietly drinking a cup of coffee.
“Oh, you're up,” he said and immediately rose from his chair.
He placed a quick kiss on her forehead. “Happy New Year,” he said, his tone of voice eerily friendly.
“Happy New Year to you, too,” Clara said reluctantly and hoped that her confusion didn't show. Why was he being so nice?
“I hope I didn't wake you when I got in?” he asked, “The whole house was quiet, so I assumed you were still asleep.”
“No,” Clara shook her head, utterly relieved now, “You didn't wake me at all.”
Clara had to refrain from sighing in relief. Alex had never noticed her absence at all.
“Listen, I've been thinking,” Alex said suddenly.
“Mh?” she asked, still not entirely over the shock of almost being caught.
“Last night without you, it just didn't feel right. I felt terrible. I know we've had our differences lately, but it's like you said. I'm tired of fighting, too. I want things to go back to normal.”
“So do I,” Clara said weakly.
“But I don't think it's going to be easy. I think we're got so many little problems that are just slowly turning into a big one.”
The first thing Clara noticed when she woke up was that she was feeling warm and utterly comfortable. Still half dreaming she nuzzled her face against the warm chest in front of her and strong arms were pulling her closer, holding her. For a moment Clara was determined to go back to sleep but then a thought crossed her mind. Alex was still sleeping in the guest bedroom. She couldn't remember walking home and or going to sleep in her own bed. Carefully Clara opened her eyes.John was obviously still asleep – they had fallen asleep on the sofa, holding each other. Her guilty conscience immediately told her to get up, wake John and leave, but she was so comfortable. He was holding her and she hadn't felt so loved and protected in such a long time. It was just cuddling, nothing to feel bad about, Clara told herself as she closed her eyes again. John should be the one to wake up first and Clara was determined to enjoy every second of this until he did.Suddenly someone cleared their throat. “Do you guys need me to pretend to be asleep for another hour or so?” Donna asked.Clara opened her eyes again and so did John. He seemed confused for a moment, looking at Clara first, and then at Donna.“Donna,” he blurted out, immediately letting go off Clara and straightening himself into a sitting position, “You're up!”“Yes, I am up. I better be. My train leaves in two and a half hours,” she said and casually took a sip from her coffee.然后它突然克拉拉像大锤一样。"现在几点钟?"她问,她的声音的恐慌。"11:30,"唐娜回答和克拉拉立即跳了起来,无视她感到有些晕乎乎的从突然匆忙的血液。"我需要去。亚历克斯要回家了,"她说,快冲抢她的外套,"对不起。很高兴见到你,多娜。见到你 !"她冲跨街和惊恐地意识到,亚历克斯 ' 的车已经停在车道上。克莱拉太晚了,他会永远不,永远不会原谅她了。不只她拒绝公司的晚会,他花一年的除夕,她也欺骗了他,去约翰来庆祝。,使其更糟糕的是她现在返回 — — 中午 — — 在她的睡衣。克莱拉尽可能,以免吸引他立即引起注意并左她看这件外套夹克机架之前她走进客厅里悄悄地打开前门。它是空的。克莱拉迅速转移至厨房,发现亚历克斯坐在桌前,静静地喝一杯咖啡。"哦,你起来了,"他说,立刻从椅子上站了起来。他在她的额头上放一个蜻蜓点水的吻。"快乐新的一年,"他说,他的声音出奇地友好的语气。"快乐新的一年给你,太,"克拉拉无奈地说,希望她混乱不显示。他为什么是这么好?"我希望我没有吵到你的时候吗?"他问,"整幢房子静悄悄的所以我以为你已经还睡着了。""不,"克拉拉摇了摇头,现在完全放心,"你没吵醒我根本。"克莱拉不得不克制在救济叹了口气。亚历克斯已经永远不会注意到她的缺席。"听着,我一直在想,"亚历克斯突然说。"Mh?"她问,仍然不能完全克服了震惊的差点被抓到。"昨天晚上没有你,它只是没有感觉。我觉得可怕。我知道我们近来我们之间的分歧,但它是像你说的。我的战斗,太累了。我想让一切恢复正常。"我是如此,"克拉拉微弱地说。"但我不认为它变得简单。我认为我们有这么多的小问题,只是慢慢地转成一大。
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