Trapped in a secret marriage

"Maggie."

I was conscious of a soft, pleasant body against my side. I opened my eyes and looked down to find. Maggie. The pillows I'd put out on the bed to give us some separation were nowhere to be seen, and now I had her against me. Not that it was a terrible thing.

She felt nice, with my arm around her. She was drooling on my chest, I could be certain of that.

What was the time?

Reaching across for the clock, I saw that it was a little after seven. I needed to pee but did not want to disturb Maggie.

How did men escape this?

I hadn't been fibbing to her last night when I said I'd never shared a bed. I hadn't. This was the first time I'd shared a bed with a woman, and well, I rather liked it. I couldn't recall a time I'd slept so well.

One of her legs was also pinning me down, and I was pretty sure my knee was touching her.

This was not right. It ought to be illegal with how close I was to this woman.

I glanced down and saw the crown of her head. I could stay here and develop the worst case of blue balls or wake her. Neither of those things sounded like a good idea.

I did not have a choice, however. "Maggie."

She murmured.

"Come on. I've got to pee."

She wriggled and leaned against me, and it felt like she was actually getting more comfortable, which didn't please me.

"Maggie," I said, my voice a bit louder.

I rocked her shoulder, and she sucked in a breath and sat up.

"What? Where am I? Huh?" She turned and looked behind her and groaned. "What happened?"

"We slept together in the non-sex variety."

"Where are the pillows?" she asked.

"You can only assume you pushed them aside."

"I wouldn't do that."

"Apparently, you did."

She shifted sideways and over to the side of the bed. "I'm sorry. The bed, and sleep. I guess I didn't know how much I needed that."

"You don't need to worry about anything." I winked at her. "It's all right with me."

She groaned and stretched.

Her top rode up over her chest, and I happened to notice how hard her nipples were.

Time for me to take a leak. I got up and made a run for the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I took a leak, washed my hands, put water on my face, and brushed my teeth. Coffee was what I needed to clear this haze from my mind. It was driving me crazy.

Exiting the bathroom, I found Maggie at her suitcase, going through some clothes. She did not say anything to me as she slipped into the bathroom.

I put on a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt. I made the bed and, instead of waiting for her, went out and downstairs into the kitchen.

My mom, Catherine Blackwood, was at the stove, already in the midst of preparing a killer breakfast.

"I figured you'd have been occupied this morning."

"Gross, Mom, I don't want to hear how you know about sex and stuff," I replied.

I moved over to the coffee maker and got myself a good large cup, taking it black.

"Maggie does appear nice. Not your type, though." My mother knocked over a newspaper. I bent to pick it up.

"This was a few weeks ago."

"Yeah, and you want me to believe that you've just happened to meet this woman and you've been living two lives? One with the cleaner and one where you're an asshole playboy?"

"I don't know what you're gonna believe, but what I feel for Maggie is real. This, I was pissed off. I didn't sleep with any of these girls. The moment they started on the drugs, I got out of there."

"And you think it makes me feel any better?"

"No," I said. "Look, I take care of myself, I promise."

My mother looked over at my shoulder, and in the doorway stood Maggie. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"Not at all. Why don't you take a coffee and Glenn will give you the tour? I've got heaps to do, and it'll give me time to get everything ready."