The morning light has just started to paint the far corner of their bedroom when Kaleya wakes, still cradled by the faint hum of last night’s dreams. First, her mind registers the comforting weight of the comforter, the musk of sleep-warmed linens, and then the oddity. Not discomfort, exactly, but an alertness in the body, a telltale pressure and slip between her thighs that feels, even in the afterglow of sleep, obscene....