Well that just happened, Mara said to herself as she stared into black where Aiden’s head should be resting. She breathed deeply and quietly, trying to process the night’s events. In through the nose, out from the mouth. Rinse and repeat. The breathing calmed her nerves a little, but her mind was still swimming in a sea of drunken decisions. One prevailing concern kept repeating itself, however: did anyone else hear? Her face flushed when she thought about Aiden’s mother in the next room, and his friend passed out on the couch in the living room just down the hall.
“What are you thinking?” whispered Aiden.
Mara turned her head toward his voice. No moon, not even a streetlight shone through the bedroom window. She couldn’t tell if her eyes even bothered to open. She pulled the pillow from underneath their heads and dropped it on top of them.
“Is this too awkward for you?” Aiden said in a slightly normal tone, confident that the pillow would muffle their conversation from any possible listeners from the outside.
Mara shook her head, “No.” She felt Aiden’s hand move up and down her bare arm. It was more of a reassuring gesture than anything else. Was it awkward for them now? They had been friends for almost twelve years now. She had seen just about every side of him any one person who was not related could possibly see: Christian Virgin Aiden, Married Aiden, Euro Aiden, Hard Times Aiden, and Newly Divorced, Drunken Slut Aiden – his words. In some weird, now incestuous way, they were like siblings. So again, she asked herself, How the hell did this happen?