Thirty minutes later I turned out the light in my bathroom, hanging up my robe and running my hands over the silky material of my green nightie. It stopped about mid thigh, and it was way sexier than anything I'd worn to bed only a few months before. But now there were reasons.

Sandy put down her phone and pulled off her reading glasses, lips parting as she watched me come to bed.

"God, Melanie."

I slipped between the sheets and into her waiting arms, sinking into the bedding as she kissed me deep and long. We were both exhausted, emotionally as much as anything else, so I knew it...