Sunlight spilled softly through the curtains, casting pale gold across the rumpled sheets. Kathy stretched, her bare feet finding the cool floor as she slid quietly out from beneath the covers, careful not to disturb Anthony’s deep, even breathing.
Padding into the bathroom, she glanced at her reflection: hair tousled, yesterday’s makeup a faint memory, and the unmistakable need for a toothbrush. She rummaged hopefully through the cabinets, until she spotted a box—unopened, gleaming white—a brand new toothbrush and toothpaste. Relief flooded through her as she tore open the packaging, grateful for this small mercy of someone else’s home.
Brushing her teeth, she relived the passionate encounter with Anthony from the night before, her heart racing at the thought. It dawned on her that she
