"Holly shit!" When Sarah awoke in Cameron's bed it was going on ten in the morning.
"What is it?" Cameron was sleepy-eyed and sounded like she had a frog in her throat. She was in Sarah's arms. It had been a good night of wild goose chases, dancing and ditching dudes. Giggling all the way. And they'd made there way back to Cameron's apartment and made out for awhile until they went to sleep.
"I should be at work." Sarah was trying to find her shoes.
"Just call in sick." Cameron squinted with sleep.
"God, I'm so fucked." Sarah fretted. No one would believe her.
"Just give me your fucking phone. I'll tell them." She motioned for her to bring it over.
"No." Sarah shook her head, no. But Cameron managed to get it. Made her call work. Cameron coughed a whole bunch in the phone and pretended to be Sarah.
After she got off the phone, she laid back and laughed.
"See, it wasn't that hard to get off today." Cameron pulled Sarah back into bed with her. "You know you wanted to." Cameron smiled.
Sarah just bit her bottom lip wondering what other mysteries she was going to discover with Cameron today. They kissed then as if that was definitely a start.