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The sunlight poured the window of the darkened living room the next morning, causing Charlie�s eyelids to slowly, flutter open. He was lying on the sofa, half naked with a white sheet wrapped round his lower half. He looked around the room, his vision still blurry until it came into focus on the girl lying on top of him. He looked down to see the figure of Emma sleeping peacefully, her blonde hair tousled against his chest. The white sheet was wrapped around her body as well, bringing them both closer together as he felt her breath against him. Charlie sighed deeply as he remembered the night before, he smiled slightly to himself thinking how much he enjoyed it when suddenly; reality hit him. He was with Tara, having her baby; he loved her more, didn�t he?
James trudged down the stairs, his hand pressed against his forehead. He was dressed in his navy blue dressing gown and was suffering from a nasty hangover from last night�s party. As he grabbed a mug of coffee from the kitchen table he slowly walked towards the living room and opened the door� Upstairs, Tara turned around from her sleep and gently kissed Matt on the lips before sitting upright and downing another pill with a glass of water. There was no way she would get pregnant by Charlie now if she carried on taking the medication. James� eyes widened as he saw the sight before him in the living room. Luckily, Charlie didn�t notice he was being watched as he gently stroked Emma�s soft skin, watching her sleep. James watched in shock, he didn�t understand what was going on as yesterday Charlie seemed to be ecstatic that he was going to be a father of Tara�s children and here he was, sleeping with her best friend. It was then that James realised Charlie would never do anything to hurt any girl, it must have been Emma�s fault. Charlie was right, she was a cow! He shut the door without making a noise and stamped up the stairs spilling his coffee in anger. |