Sleeping With The CEO

When Emily had woken up and gotten ready to leave, she had no doubt thought that Derek was still deep in sleep. But in truth, he had woken up the moment that Emily had started to move around. He had felt her painstakingly remove herself from his hold. Through it all, he had wanted to open his eyes. To get up and talk to her. But he had been unable to. His brain and his body both stuck in some sort of limbo, where he was aware of everything going on, but he could not partake. It had been a very strange feeling.

Made even stranger by the fact that despite being stuck in his own body Derek had not felt the need to panic at all. Instead, when he’d had Emily in the bathroom, he had managed to gather up enough energy to reach over to her side of the bed, the residual warmth that she had left behind, doing wonders to calm him even more. By the time that she had opened the bathroom door and headed into the bedroom. Derek had been even more aware, than when he had first felt her starting to move around. But still he had been unable to move, unable to open his eyes. All that he had done, all that he had been able to do really, was to just lay there and listen as she did her best to stay quiet while she gathered her things. It was only once he’d heard the easy to miss sound of his bedroom door opening and closing that Derek had been able to get his body back online, his arms and legs twitching. Movement slowly returning to him.

When he finally managed to force his eyes open, Derek found himself staring at the pillow that Emily had used the night before. Just like the sheets. It was rumpled and when he looked closer, he could just about make out the shape of her head on the expensive material.

Emily Molson, slept here last night, it seemed to say. Reaching over, Derek splayed a hand over the pillow. Trying tonsee of he could still feel traces of her warmth. There was none, she had been gone long enough for her side of the bed to cool down. So rather that, residual body heat, all that Derek came back with, was a single strand of long hair.

Emily’s hair.

Sniffing it would have been weird, no matter how happy Derek was, that Emily’s presence seemed to be the cure for his insomnia. So rather than do anything with it, he put it back down. The cleaning staff would deal with it when they came in. With a few more minutes left until his alarm went off. Derek rolled over until he was on his back, staring up at the ceiling.