Waking up next to Natia the next morning was a joy, especially since the woman was not a cute sleeper. She was spread-eagled across the bed, one arm hooked happily around Simone’s waist, and one knee sort of wedged between Simone’s ass and the mattress. Her mouth was hanging open and, man, that was definitely drool. Should Simone think this was as charming as it was?
It was even better that Natia didn’t wake up when Simone rolled out of bed, tiptoed downstairs, and helped herself to the coffee machine. Natia didn’t even wake up when Simone returned with the coffee, and a few minutes of shaking only got Natia mostly vertical. She held out her hands beseechingly as Simone asked her, “Milk or black? I couldn’t find sugar.”
“Black,” Natia said, trying to make grabby-hands.
“Thank God,” Simo
