There was no harmony between the couples and even less between friends. Too much had happened the night before and far too little had been said about it. Emma recognised David’s mood as soon as she woke to find him nearly dressed.‘Are you alright?’ she asked, sleepily.‘Yes, baby. Fine. How are you?’ he replied, tying the laces of his dilapidated boat shoes.‘If you were fine you’d still be in bed with me,’ she said, sounding annoyed. Her head was pounding.‘It’s ten. We can’t sleep all day,’ he said.‘Oh, but we can,’ she said, reaching out her hand.‘I’m up, Emma. I’m going downstairs to see what there is to eat. I’m starving.’ He blew her a kiss and escaped out the door.Emma could only stare at the space where he had been standing. She was astonished by his evident desire to be somewhere else. When they had reached bed last night David had rolled onto her and had made love to her slowly and tenderly. He’d been wrapped up in her. They had kissed with great passion and she had come before him, nearly reaching a second as he held her tightly and thrust those final violent thrusts to bring him all the way.
