I'm just scared

Gracie woke to the smell of fresh coffee lingering in the room. She stirred on the bed for a second, reaching out to pull the flower scent on her pillows closer to her, but found the bed empty. Frowning, with her eyes still closed, she felt the bed was still warm, and knew the girl couldn't be far.

Opening her eyes with a big yawn, she gained Nyxie's attention and smiled as she looked over her shoulder towards the bed. "Good morning," she murmured.

"Morning," Garciela yawned again, stretching arms over her head, and smiling, eyes catching the blonde beside the kitchen counter. They smoothly slid over her bare legs, smirking when reaching the end of the shirt that fell to her mid-thigh, and moving them all the way up to her beautiful golden hair that, in this light, looked a bit red.

"Like the men's shirt I bought for myself?" she mused.