Erin lifted her head to check the clock on the bedside table. Not quite seven thirty. “Plenty of time,” she murmured, and kissed Cassie. Cassie’s mouth fell open more than she kissed back, like she hadn’t been expecting it. Erin reveled in surprising her. She had been predictable, dependable for most of her life. This felt better. It was different from yesterday. More desperate. They’d clearly moved past the no-fucking-while-Parker-was-in-the-house rule, and Erin was sure she’d feel awful about that any minute, but for now she couldn’t help herself.
