Casey awoke to something cold touching her. Slowly, she became aware of her surroundings. The drapes on the windows, the large bed she lay in, all of it was familiar.

All of it was Lavinia’s. The woman was still asleep it seemed. And it also appeared that it was she who woke Casey up. Her cold arm had snaked around Casey’s waist.

Casey found herself tucked securely into Lavinia’s chest, the woman’s chin resting on top of Casey’s head.

She ...