Chapter Twenty Eight

Emilie rolled over and stretches, she felt restless, and no matter what position she tried to sleep in; it did no justice to get her to sleep. Emilie sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Her thoughts wouldn’t shut off from flashbacks of the blonde. She didn’t get why her mind thought that this was a good time to think about the blonde when she had the entire day.

“You spent all day thinking about her also,” Emilie mumbled.

She turned on her side and fluffed the pillow and looked over at Alicia, who lay on her stomach and her hair tussled over the pillow; she had an arm tucked under her chin and her little snores. The younger woman was a sight for sore eyes. She was beautiful even in her sleep.

Emilie reached over and pushed the few strands of hair out of her face. You could tell from her hair how much sex they had before she tapped out and went to bed.

“You’re so beautiful.”