When Winnie opened her eyes in the morning, Chad was sitting on the edge of the bed in his gym shorts and tee shirt studying her. He smiled, reached his hand down and brushed her bangs away from her forehead when he saw that she was awake.
"The bed is dry?" She asked, somewhat surprised.
"Of course," He grinned. "I don't make you stressful and anxious, do I?" He asked innocently.
She reached her hand out, took his in it, and moved it to her mouth, kissing the back of his hand with affection. "Finally. A successful sleepover."
How did you sleep?" Chad asked.
"Okay," she lied.
She actually had awoken several times through the night, sweaty and nervous, constantly reaching her hand down between her legs to see if she had peed.
"That's a good sign," Chad said positively, unaware of her restlessness.
"Is it okay if I shower?" She asked.
"Of course," Chad answered. "I'll start breakfast."
She nodded and looked away.
"You okay?" Chad wanted to know.
"I think I'm just nervous," she told him truthfully.
"Yeah, me too," Chad admitted.
She pulled back the white cover sheet and sat up on the bed, remembering that she had borrowed one of his tee-shirts. The bedroom window was open and a gentle morning breeze lightly fanned the curtain.
"Is it okay that I'm here?" Winnie asked. "Was this a mistake?"
"I don't think so," Chad said cheerfully.
Winne felt her heart skip.
"You okay?" He asked.
"I don't know," she admitted.
"Listen, you can go if you want," Chad let her know. "You can skip the shower and breakfast and I can drive you home if you need your space or you're having another panic attack. You don't have to stay here if you're uncomfortable."
"It's not that," Winnie insisted.
"Well, is there anything I can do?" Chad asked.
"Just be patient with me," she requested.
"I will," he promised.
Winnie slid out of bed and drifted across the bedroom floor like a butterfly. She went into the bathroom and peed hard for a long time, hoping Chad wouldn't hear. She was glad she went in the toilet and not the bed.
She pulled Chad's tee shirt off over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and she slipped her panties down her legs. She stood naked in the bathroom window and she opened her arms to enjoy the lovely breeze flowing through the screen. She saw a butterfly floating across the yard and she remembered reading somewhere that butterflies were a symbol of change and renewal.
"Is that you, Mike?" She said aloud to herself.
Winnie had left the door partially opened and Chad burst in holding a clean towel. She was bare but strangely she didn't care and she made no effort to cover herself up as she turned to face him.
"Thanks," Winnie said, reaching out to take the towel from him.
"I should have knocked," the red faced Chad realized.
"Don't worry about it."
He hesitated for a moment, watching her step toward the shower stall before he quietly left the room.
Winnie turned on the shower and she squealed when she first stepped into its stream. She found the soap in its dish (it smelled of lavender) and she closed her eyes under the water spray.
She washed her face and slowly made her way down the rest of her body thinking about the look on Chad's face when he saw her bareness. It made her smile and she realized that she was ready after all, especially with the knowledge that Chad was patiently making her breakfast downstairs.