CHAPTER 8 THE MORNING AFTER
The sun shone brightly through the windows onto the bed. Caitlin slowly woke up and realized that last night was not a dream; that it was real. She looked over her shoulder and saw Alicia laying there, still asleep.
Caitlin eased out of bed and slipped into an old shirt. She quietly made her way down the hall and into the kitchen. The dishes from the night before were exactly as they had left them. She began picking them up and putting them in the dishwasher, clearing enough space on the counter for her to start breakfast. I can't believe what a beautiful morning this is, she happily thought. If I had known this is what it was like, I would have become a lesbian years ago.
Caitlin is so engrossed in her happy thoughts that she doesn't hear Alicia come in. "Can I help you this morning?"
Caitlin, startled at the sound of her voice, jumps and knocks over the glass of milk she just poured. "I was going to make breakfast for us. Any suggestions?"
"How do you feel about french toast?"
"Not only do I love it, but I also make the best french toast this side of the Mississippi." Caitlin gives Alicia a big smile. "You can either help me with breakfast, or I can run you a bath and let you relax while I do all the work."
"You make a very good offer, but I think I will help you with breakfast and then WE can enjoy a bath together."
"I like the way you think," Caitlin smiles. "But before we get started, how about you come over here?"
Alicia walks over to the kitchen where Caitlin is standing, puts her arms around her and kisses her deeply. She runs her hands up and down Caitlin's back, caressing her lithe frame. Caitlin moves her back against the counter, gathering the bottom of Alicia's robe, exposing her smooth legs. "You want to skip breakfast?"
"I thought you'd never ask."