Sally must have been in an altered state of mind, whether it was the wine or the weight of her own weariness, because under normal circumstances she would never allowed that to happen. But to be honest, she aching with hurt and felt comforted by the fact that someone was embracing her for the first time in what seemed like years. She closed eyes, promising herself that she wouldn't think about what this was or what it looked like. They were alone. No one would have to know about this moment of weakness.
There was a feeling of emptiness when he stepped away, which both surprised and embarrassed her. "Yes, it's late." His question lingered and she didn't know how to answer at first. But as the seconds pass, she grew nervous by his presence. "I should probably get some sleep." Perhaps if she ended it now, they could someone put it behind them. Sally didn't know then, how naive that plan was.
"Thanks for dinner. I'll put it in the icebox and eat it tomorrow, if you don't mind." She smiled, hoping to save a little face.