Anna woke up sticky between her thighs and still half-hard with the memory of last night. The couch cushion had a dark wet spot she’d have to flip later, but right now she didn’t care. Sun was just starting to leak through the kitchen window—pale gold, soft. She pulled on the tiniest pair of sleep shorts she owned, gray cotton so thin it was basically see-through, no panties underneath. The seam pressed right against her c**t every time she moved. Good. She wanted that little ache all morning.
Riley was already in the kitchen when Anna padded in barefoot. Riley wore black boy shorts that hugged her ass and a faded navy sports bra that showed the outline of her n*****s when she moved. Hair still messy, pulled into a loose knot. She was pouring coffee, back to the doorway, shoulders relaxed
