"and would it change the way she felt about me?" I was beginning to feel more for her than just some woman I had sex with. I wanted more from her than just a weekend of pleasure. Tonight I’d be sleeping in the hotel, because on Monday real life started again. "Would she be there to? Not just the night, but in real life." I stop my train of thought by opening my eyes and looking at Nancy, sleeping peacefully in my arms. Her face shows no signs of the lustful abandon it had