Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jill was in the stage between sleeping and waking, that in-between time just before she came to her full senses. Part of her wanted to remain asleep for fear that all of last night had been a dream and that she’d wake up in her own bed, Amelia nowhere to be seen.
The other part of her wanted to open her eyes and see Amelia lying next to her, her long hair fanned out around her face, her sultry lips swollen from the endless kissing—and so much more—they’d engaged in the night before. What would Amelia’s voice sound like first thing in the morning? Jill couldn’t wait to find out. What a dream last night had been. To witness Amelia yield under her touch, to hold her afterward when emotion got the better of her. And after that, when Amelia had bestowed all her affections
