Chapter Forty-eight
I awoke on Thursday morning to her feather touch along my breast. In half sleep I savored the sensation as I drifted in and out until the light peeking from an open sliver in the curtains caused me to turn my eyes away. I rolled onto my side toward her. A guttural purr vibrated through my throat as my hand rolled over her womanly curves. We held one another and slept again, though I was conscious of her body warming my skin where we touched. In the back of my mind, I was concerned about the time.
Maelstrom and MayMay meowed impatiently outside the bedroom, prompting Marly to sigh. She got up. On her way out, she pushed the curtain aside a few inches to let in the natural light. I recognized sounds as she knocked around the kitchen: the light tinkling of the kibble as
