Debby
I woke up with the sun hitting my face through my curtains, my body still tingling from last night. I stretched, feeling that delicious ache between my legs, and grinned at the ceiling.
There was absolutely no way I was staying in bed this fine morning. I got up quickly, showered and threw on shorts and a tank top, braless, my mind already racing to Shawn. I couldn't wait to see him.
Downstairs, Mom was in the kitchen, making coffee and flipping pancakes. Dad sat at the table, reading. They both looked up as I entered.
“Morning, sweetie. You’re up early. Sleep okay?”
“Yeah, great! Morning mom, dad.” I said cheerfully, grabbing a mug for coffee. “Just excited for the day, I guess.”
Dad looked up from his newspaper, his glasses sitting on the rim of his nose. “Excited? For what?
