The dawn cracked, and open shot Karlie’s eyes. She was about to rise when she realized there was a weight across her chest – Taylor.
She glanced at Taylor’s face, lovingly, and smiled.
What a nice morning. What a nice night.
Karlie thought about last night for a moment – the most memorable night of her life to date; even now she could remember every touch and feel, every emotion; and yet, it had passed much too quickly for her.
She closed her eyes for several moments to experience it all again in her mind, to replay some of the drowning she had felt yesterday – on a level she had never felt before; she could recall the burning, lingering touch of Taylor’s fingertips, could feel the blood pounding to her head all over again when she remembered every soft caress – she was drowning in ecstasy, by mere thought of memory and silence of sound.
Karlie leaned in softly and kissed Taylor on the forehead – sweetly, with the remnants of last night’s passion, still seeping through – softly, ever so softly.
Taylor made her selfish. Never before did Karlie want something merely for the sake of wanting it, never before did she feel as is she needed something that she had not needed before; she wondered how she had lived before Taylor. It seemed that Taylor dominated her life now – and it was perfectly alright.
She was always content, but Taylor left her wanting more; that was the emotion seeping through, still. It was an endless flood that threatened to consume them both – and it would be perfectly alright.
Taylor was already awake, hopeless and helpless. She did not want to move, though she had actually awoken much earlier than Karlie; she wanted to remain forever, hoped that Karlie would not budge.
For Taylor, it was a different form of gratification. Until now, she had only known one type of love – the love she had with her family. She had been missing for so long the romantic love, eros, that Karlie was not only new, but welcome; an attraction that she could not explain, sweet and gentle, taunting her, and fulfilling her in ways before unknown.
She felt Karlie kiss her forehead, and knew that she had to leave now.
Taylor let out an audible sigh and Karlie leaned into her ear and whispered, “Good morning.”
It sent a warm shiver down her smile and set a smile upon her face.
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They had moved to put their clothes on and were outside now, glancing at the sunrise as they were walking to the fence. They were about to exit the grounds when suddenly Karlie’s front door opened.
“Karlie?” called her father, “Who’s that you have there?”
Karlie and Taylor spun around in surprise.
“Oh, hi dad. Good morning.”
She smiled nervously while Taylor stood next to her, smiling politely.
“Oh, right,” said Karlie as her father looked at Taylor, “This is Taylor. Taylor, this is my father.”
“Hi, Taylor, how are you?”
Karlie’s father was smiling cheerfully.
“Good morning, Mr. Kloss. I’m great, how are you?”
“Can’t complain!” he beamed, “You two will join us for breakfast, right? It would be rude to let a guest leave hungry!”
He chuckled to himself as Taylor looked to Karlie, who shrugged and began to guide her inside.
“Come on in!” Karlie’s father bellowed from the front door, motioning them inside.
