Two Pussies In One House I

THE morning light seeped through the gap in Rachel’s curtains, tracing a pale line across the rumpled duvet. Kamil stood in the doorway, a shadow against the muted hall, watching the slight rise and fall of her chest. Her long hair fanned across the pillow, a dark halo. He cleared his throat, a low rumble.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Rachel stirred, a soft groan escaping her lips as she blinked against the weak light. Her eyes, still heavy with sleep, found ...