Christina’s bedroom. She couldn’t believe that she’d just done that. That,
being the most incredible experience of her life. She’d never felt anything
like it. Never. She felt like she was floating, barely touching the stair treads.
She knew she couldn’t get too far ahead of herself. She’d have to be
rational and think through everything, because there were a ton of things
that needed to be considered, but Taylor decided to just enjoy the incredible,
wondrous, newfound feeling that she had in the present.
She realized, as she reached the top of the stairs, that the way she
felt was something people called an afterglow. She was in her late twenties
and she’d never had one before. Ever. She was dang well going to savour it
and leave the rest of her worries and considerations for the morning.
Chapter 17
Christina
Christina’s alarm was always set for six. Normally she got up and went
for a run, had a shower, and got ready for work. Instead of moving, she shut
it off and stared up at the ceiling. She figured that Taylor and Chloe
wouldn’t be up yet.
Taylor and Chloe.
It felt strange to think about that. About having someone else in her
house. Someone asleep in the bedroom upstairs. Christina had slept deeply
the night before, so deeply that she hadn’t dreamed. She hadn’t woken up at
all until her alarm went off. She never slept like that. She knew exactly
what the reason was. A reason with sandy blonde hair and bright green
eyes.
Christina threw on her clothes from the day before and crept quietly to
the kitchen. She wondered what kids liked to eat for breakfast. She didn’t
have cereal or pancakes since she didn’t like either. Maybe an orange?
Milk? Toast? Was that too boring?
She was debating possibly running out to the grocery store when she
noticed a piece of paper on the counter by the sink. She picked it up and