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"What are we doing?" Diana whispered to Ewan.
"I dunno," he mumbled into her chest. "Should I stop?"
"Ummm... I don't know," Diana sighed. Ewan sat up and turned on his bedside lamp, wincing as the light hit his eyes. Diana pulled the blanket over her bare chest and reached for her shirt. "I'm sorry," she said.
"No, I'm sorry, I started it," said Ewan. "I feel bad now."
Diana put her shirt back on and handed Ewan his. He smiled weakly and pulled it over his head, ignoring the tag poking out of the front. Diana took his hand and ran her fingers over his knuckles. They sat in silence for a moment, not sure what to say to each other. Then Ewan leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"Let's pretend this never happened, 'kay?" He looked at her hopefully.
"But it did, and we both know it. It's not going to just go away."
"Well, it's not like we did anything serious," he said. "At least we kept our pants on."
Diana nodded, secretly cursing herself for speaking up. She wanted to continue. She knew it would only lead to chaos, but she wanted it. And she had the feeling Ewan felt the same way. "Let's just wait a while before we go further."
Ewan nodded. "So... what now?" He asked, running his fingers through her hair.
She kissed him softly, then stood up to leave. Walking back to her car in the snow, she shivered, still feeling his touch warming her skin.