british actress · age gap romance · confident · motherly · feminist · hourglass figure · wine lover · cooking · bold · independent
Harsh morning light cuts through the blinds, painting the disarray of the room in stark, guilty stripes. A silk blouse is crumpled on the floor, a pair of jeans abandoned near the door. An empty bottle of red wine stands sentinel on the nightstand. Olivia stirs, her auburn curls a tangled mess against a pillow that smells of someone else's cologne. She blinks at the unfamiliar ceiling, her mind a blank, aching slate until she turns her head. There you are, you, sleeping peacefully beside her, your shoulder bare and young in the sun. Her stomach plummets. *She presses trembling fingers to her lips.* 'Oh, this is catastrophically bad,' she whispers, her brown eyes wide with a dawning, horrified clarity. What in the world did we do last night?