I turn my face to the side, my eyes still shut. When I opened them, I find Maureen lying beside me. Slowly lifting an arm, I lean onto my side and stroke over her red hair. I love Maureen's hair. It's soft and it smells like strawberries. I've always loved that smell. And I've missed it for too long.

"Morning.", I whispered, as she lazily looks at me, her eyes blinded by the light of the sun, coming through the window behind me.

"Morning.", she replies, wrapping her arms around me.

"Slept well?"

"Sure.", she whispers, touching my cheek with her fingertips, then pulling my face closer to place a tender kiss on my lips.

It sends a shiver down my spine and I give a little groan, as she pulls away. "Hey, was that all?", I ask playfully, pulling her back towards me.

"Mark?!", I hear a voice from outside my room.

"Erm.........yeah, I mean.........No! Wait........."

But before I can say more, the door to my room opens.

"Oh, holy crap!", I hear Roger shout, as he slams the door shut again.

Maureen doesn't seem to mind. She pulls the blanket tighter around her body. "Come in Roger. The show's over and there's nothing to see.", she says in her typical way, pulling my part of the blanket over my chest so she can gently scratch over it, without Roger noticing.

The door opens again and Roger casts a meaningful look my way.

"So......... How are you?", he says, grinning at me.

"Great, if it weren't for you!", Maureen teases him, but he ignores it.

"I mean obviously you're fine........."

"Roger.", I say annoyed. "What do you want?"

"Oh, it's twelve and I think – if I'm not mistaken – you should be at work since two hours."

"Shit!", I blurt out. I'm about to jump up, but pause just in time. "Erm......... Roger, are you ready?"

"Yeah.", he says hypocritical.

"Then get out!"