“Morning,” Katie said, her voice still rough from sleep as she reached for the highest shelf. “Coffee’s fresh. I made enough for both of us.”

Molly stopped in the kitchen doorway. The rain had not let up since last night. Gray light filled the room and made everything feel slower. Katie stood at the counter in one of Theo’s old shirts and nothing else. When she stretched, the hem lifted high enough to show the soft curve of her bare ass and the smooth skin of her upper thighs. The shirt clung to her breasts. One hard nipple pressed clearly against the fabric, the silver piercing visible through the thin...