Robert and Donna laid in bed beneath the blankets drenched in sweat. Robert had his arm over her and felt her breathing against his stomach.

                                      "Robert," She said finally, not turning around to face him.

                                      "Yeah?" He asked.

                                      "When did life get so scary?"

                                      "Probably when we reached the age where parents aren't invincible and then we're left on our own." He explained.

                                      "I wish...I wish that we weren't-weren't at that age." Donna commented.

                                      "I know, me too. But we are, and now it's just me and you." He said, burying his face into her thick hair.

                                       After a pause, he said, "So if this didn't work out between us, could we ever go back to being friends?"

                                       "No." Replied Donna without a moment's hesitation. "No we couldn't. This would always be between us and imagine if we ended up with different people. Still being friends would hurt them."

                                         Robert nodded to himself. She was right.

                                         The next morning Robert and Donna woke up next to each other, skin to skin. Robert sat up and touched her arm lightly. He almost wasn't sure if he was allowed to. They'd done the last physical thing required of them, and she probably didn't want that kind of relationship.

                                          The contact made her open her blue eyes and look up at him. It was truly a beautiful sight, her brownish-blond curls splayed across the pillow, her nude form half-covered by the linen flat sheet, the sun reflecting off of her ivory skin.

                                          "Mm, Good morning Robert." She said, burying her face deeper in the pillow.

                                         "Morning," He said, the sheet halfway up his stomach, leaning against his pillow.

                                       "So what are you feeling now?" He asked, wondering if she felt as guilty as he did.

                                        "What am I feeling? What do you mean?" She asked, lifting her head.

                                        "Are we okay? Like, do you regret what we did? What are you feeling?"

                                        "I don't regret anything. I made a promise, we made a promise, and we kept it. What's there to regret?"

                                       "Yeah, you're right. I just felt a little guilty, like maybe I pushed you into something that I shouldn't've."

                                        "No, don't think like that. That's not the case here." said Donna.

                                        "So you're content with everything as it is, like this?" He pressed.

                                        Donna shrugged one shoulder. "Well I suppose I'd like it better if you knew how you felt about Jean, but everything between us is good." She reasoned. The pair stared at each other quietly for a few moments.

                                       "Now come on," She said, patting his shoulder and getting out of bed with the sheet wrapped around her, pulling it off of him in the process.

                                      "Let's get dressed. Everyone's gonna be coming over for brunch, I gotta start cooking."