Book Snippet One

Here is the first part I could be bothered to write for a book I am going to start. Doesn't give too much away but it's the only snippet I had from the old book, so it will start like this I think. Give more of an idea of how the book will be written. Enjoy, hopefully?!

Simon didn’t enjoy this situation, she had already completed her awkward task, if it could possibly ever be awkward, a woman undressing herself. Men do suffer this disadvantage; unless you are a fireman, policeman or trained in the art of stripping, it’s unlikely you are going to look particularly ‘fetching’ as you’re undressing, as Simon was neither he did feel slightly disadvantaged.  Simon was thankful that he had put a shirt on today, opposed to his usual ill fitting polo top, which made it a lot simpler undressing his top half. The one thing he felt he needed to get right with taking his shirt off, was to not rush it, so as to not appear too eager and desperate but, not take too much time which could give the impression he wasn’t interested and would rather watch ‘Question Time’. He thought he had mastered the art, getting the timing perfect until he noticed the clock be the side of her bed changing from 56 to 57 minutes past, he panicked, fumbling with the rest of his buttons and tearing the shirt off. Next it was the trousers, worrying for time he decided that undoing the trousers would only slow him down. He tugged at his trousers pulling them down as quickly as possible, pulling down at the same time his underwear. Simon fumbled as he attempted to pull his trousers back up along with his underwear, losing balance in the process and falling, face planting the edge of the bed. Blood immediately spilt from his nose on to the bed covers, Imogen jumped from the bed coming to Simons aid.

“Shit, you okay?”

Mumbling, with his trousers still round his ankles, Simon hurriedly scuttled past her and in to the en suite. Flailing around the bathroom, he found some toilet roll and rolling two pieces up into buds he pushed them up his nose. Simon also took this opportunity to take his trousers off properly, leaving his underwear on this time. Left only in his socks and boxers, Simon debated whether this encounter deserved his sock removal, after a minute of pondering Simon came to the conclusion it was. For him any sexual encounter was worth a sock removal, considering that they were very few and far between. Opening the door, he walked in on Imogen changing the bed sheets, something Simon wouldn’t consider particularly mood setting but as she wasn’t dressed and this was rare for him, it appeared to get him going, proof provided by a certain part of his anatomy. After placing the newly covered duvet on the bed, Imogen turned to find Simon stood there with two bloody pieces of toilet roll sticking out of his nose and in his baggy, loose fitting boxers, which appeared to be growing. Hardly the most attractive sight but this didn’t seem to faze her, clapping her hands to dim the lights, she moved herself to the top of the bed. Walking forward, Simon made his way over to her, clipping his shin as he climbed on to the bed to join her. He winced slightly, hoping she wouldn’t notice and pulled himself closer to her.