I pulled down the hem of my high-waisted silk pajama shorts while making my way downstairs. The dark blue fabric had small crescent moons and stars that glowed softly in the dim light. The cami top that matched, adorned with pretty lace, kept sliding off my shoulders as I walked. My bare feet felt cool against the wooden stairs, a nice change from the cozy warmth of my bed.
The kitchen was filled with the delicious scent of coffee and bacon as I grabbed a blueberry muffin from the platter on the table. Stetson, sitting next to me, nudged me with his elbow, a mischievous look in his eyes.
“Are you going to eat that muffin all by yourself, or will you share with your favorite twin?” he teased, reaching for the muffin.
“In your dreams, Stetson,” I replied, pulling the muffin out of his rea
