Morning light hit Grace's face like a celestial alarm clock, yanking her from a dreamless sleep.
She blinked, taking a second to realize she was completely alone in bed. No Petriel squished against her side. No Alia sprawled across her legs like a horny octopus. Just Grace.
[Well, that's new.]
Arms and legs spread, starfish position fully engaged, she allowed herself to enjoy this rare quietness.
It couldn't last forever, though. She pushed herself up, fingers combing through her white hair. Her body felt good—stronger than before.
It had been a week since Petriel had popped her celestial cherry, and her training had gone into overdrive in all three paths. She was getting better. Stronger. More confident.
And... well, just a little bit hornier. Just a little! And, mainly because her roommates couldn't keep their hands off each other for five fucking minutes, obviously.
Not cause she was actually hornier or anything. Obviously.
"Oh fuck yes! Right there!"
