After Nina has succumbed to fatigue completely—aided by another glass of whiskey—I shower and make my way to the shop. I find Kay sorting through a delivery of breakfast bars and, instantly, my stomach starts rumbling. My insides tied in too many knots by Nina’s sudden appearance, I didn’t touch any of the food I laid out for breakfast. Now that I catch a glimpse of Kay, with her back to me, her behind already looking so familiar in a pair of shorts, the storm inside me settles somewhat, but only to make room for a different kind of restlessness in my blood. Kay. An hour of reminiscing with my sister hasn’t tempered my desire for Kay. All I want is to pick up where we left things before that knock on the door earlier this morning. And even more than that, I want her inside of me.
“Excelle
