The next morning, Isis woke to the sound of loud music coming from another room. She looked around, noticing she was alone in Gage’s bed. Someone had placed her silk robe from her suitcase neatly across her. She figured it was Gage telling her she could put it on.
Following the sound of loud music and a rattle of pots and pans clanging from the kitchen, she found her way down the hall. When Isis reached the kitchen doorway she stood leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, watching the surprising scene before her. She giggled seeing Gage acting silly while dancing around the kitchen, his perfectly sculpted backside wiggling back and forth in his low-hung pajama pants. He was blaring Metallica and singing along, tapping the spatula on the stove like a drumstick.
Gage turned, seein
