Cindy and MeChapter 3
I glanced at Cindy, her unruly red hair blazing from a morning sunbeam streaming through a crack in the shutters covering her bedroom window. She was still sleeping, her arm across my chest and her leg wrapped around mine. I lay on my back, gazing at her ceiling and letting thoughts of last night swirl through my mind. She stirred. "Morning," I said. "Mmmph ... morning ... been awake long?" "Not long." Cindy rolled onto her back. Now the sunbeam fell across her breasts, illuminating...