Two p*****s In One House I
THE morning light seeped through the gap in Rachel’s curtains, tracing a pale line across the rumpled duvet. Kamil stood in the doorway, a shadow against the muted hall, watching the slight rise and fall of her chest. Her long hair fanned across the pillow, a dark halo. He cleared his throat, a low rumble.
“Morning, sleepyhead.”
Rachel stirred, a soft groan escaping her lips as she blinked against the weak light. Her eyes, still heavy with sleep, found his. A slow smile, sleepy and innocent, stretched across her face.
“Kamil? What time is it?” Her voice was raspy, a little girl’s whisper. She pushed herself up, the sheet sliding down to reveal the delicate curve of her shoulder.
“Time for breakfast, princess. Your mother’s already up. She’s making those blue
