SAVE ME FROM YESTERDAY

RASTRO 21

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Rhian drifted awake, recognizing the floral scent of Glaiza's shampoo and the soft cotton of her sheets before she'd opened her eyes. She rolled to her back, blinking up at the wood-beamed ceiling overhead.

Muted sunlight filled the room, and a quick glance at the clock told her it was just past six. Her internal clock had woken her ahead of her alarm.

She looked over at Glaiza, still peacefully asleep, hair spread across the pillow like a halo. She'd certainly taken Rhian to celestial places last night.

Despite getting in bed before ten, they'd still been up late, exploring their seemingly insatiable chemistry. Case in point, Rhian's body ached in some interesting places as she sat up to turn off the alarm on her phone.

Her foot bumped something solid and warm, and she looked down to see Robbin the cat curled up on the end of the bed. Should she wake Glaiza or leave her a note?

Rhian had to be at the office this morning, but Glaiza should enjoy the chance to sleep in since she'd be bartending until two tonight. This was the third time in four days Rhian had woken in Glaiza's bed, a habit she was already finding hard to break.

Last night, Glaiza had suggested a casual relationship, no strings sex until the spark between them burned out.

Staring at her now in the soft morning light, Rhian could think of no rebuttal. The idea of walking out now, of not kissing her, sleeping beside her, or experiencing the delicious pleasure of her body ever again felt unbearable. As Glaiza had pointed out, neither of them had the time or interest for something serious right now. Just sex.

It's already more than sex.

But maybe that was okay. She could like Glaiza, as long as they never went near that other "L" word. And with their opposite work schedules, there was little chance of ever sharing more than a few scattered nights together.

Rhian leaned over to check Glaiza's phone. The alarm for the kittens' next feeding was set for twenty minutes from now. She dismissed it. The least she could do was feed them before she left.

And if Glaiza hadn't woken by the time she'd finished, she would leave a note and let her sleep, because this wasn't their last night together.

Decision made, she slipped out of bed and opened the middle drawer of Glaiza's dresser, familiar by now with where she kept her stash of T-shirts.

She grabbed a plain black one, pulled it over her head, and went into the bathroom to freshen up, Then she walked to the kitchen to turn on the coffeepot and start warming up kitten formula.

Fifteen minutes later, she was just finishing up as Glaiza walked into the room, still blinking the sleep from her eyes. Rhian set Blanche in the playpen and stood to give Glaiza a kiss, managing to aggravate her back in the process. She winced.

"Good morning."

"Morning," Glaiza said, her voice scratchy, arms slipping around Rhian's waist.

"I have to go to work." Rhian rested
her forehead against Glaiza's.

"You should go back to sleep."

"I will," Glaiza murmured.

"But I wanted to see you before you left."

"You've seen me."

She gave her another kiss, lingering long enough to leave them both breathless, blood pumping, desire tingling low in her belly.

"How soon do you have to be at work?" Glaiza asked, fingers wandering below the hem of Rhian's T-shirt, finding the evidence of her desire.