Amanda
Sunlight sliced through the blinds the next morning. Amanda blinked her eyes awake slowly, her body aching in all the best ways.
She stretched out her sore muscles, skin sticky with sweat. A warm body was pressed against her back. Laura's arm slung over her waist, her warm sleeping breath was hot on her neck.
She smiled. Last night wasn’t a dream. They f****d until Amanda forgot what guilt felt like. Until she stopped caring who she belonged to and chose, if only for the night, the one who made her feel something.
Amanda shifted slightly. Laura stirred behind her, murmuring sleepily.
“Mmm… Morning.”
Amanda turns, brushes a kiss to Laura’s forehead. “Morning.”
They did not speak after that. Just held each other. Bare. Quiet. Breathless.
Amanda thought about her fiancé. About
