Chapter 14Hailee shifted in bed. The remnants of a dream that was half cribbed fantasy from her latest lesbian romance erotica title and half lingering memory of the make-out session with Kit danced across her eyes. Her waking was ahead of her alarm clock by fifteen minutes. Though it was close, Hailee decided she had enough time.
She had just stuck her hand between her thighs, cradling the wetness she found there, when her phone buzzed with a text. She startled in the bed. Kit’s name flashed on the screen. Though frustrated by her aborted attempt at pleasure, the messages from Kit that lit up her screen were a fair enough substitution. She lay on her stomach as she read over the first couple of messages, most of which declared GOOD MORNING in all caps, and included several photos of Rae,
