Chapter Thirteen - 'The Cinderella Moment'

As she slowly got dressed again, scouring the room to see where various items may have been flung the night before. She felt herself shift back into reality, back into her daytime self; the one with responsibilities, who had to go to work, the one who didn’t usually spend the night in expensive hotels, who wore distressed jeans rather than 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, who didn’t usually get kissed like that first thing in a morning (or more besides…). It had been magical and for now at least it had to end. Facing each other clothed it almost felt like the beginning of the night when she had walked up to a complete stranger with no idea of what was to happen next. She had absolutely no idea what was going to happen now either, despite the knowledge that this incredible night that had taken them across London; taking in each other’s stories, each other’s desires and allowing the connection and whatever alchemy was in the air to take over had been real.