In the morning, Dana woke to the unusual sensation of arms wrapped tightly around her waist and another body backed up against her own. When she tried to roll over, she heard Bethany moan in protest behind her. The arms around her tightened, and Bethany’s head burrowed into the middle of her back between her shoulder blades.
“Don’t move yet,” Bethany murmured, her voice drowsy with sleep. “We’re perfect right where we are. Why ruin this so soon?”
Carefully Dana turned, raising an arm over Bethany to hug her close. “Because one of us has to get to work,” she reminded her friend.
Friend? No—after the night they’d spent together, that no longer adequately described them. They were lovers, finally, in the fullest sense of the word.
Bethany cuddled into the pillowy cushion of Dana’s bare br
