Sorrel s Long Journey to Love Ch 09
Sorrel lay in bed, half asleep, half awake. The sun was just beginning to peak through the curtains. It was going to be another beautiful spring day. Someone or something had been touching, no tickling, her feet. She peered down and saw Fletcher. He’d sneaked upstairs while everyone else was asleep. ‘Hello sleepy head,’ he said. She yawned and spread her arms out, causing the white nightie she’d slept in to stretch tautly across her breasts, ‘Good morning to you.’ He climbed up, crawled...