12
Caterina
I stretch in bed and open my eyes for the first time since I woke up from a blissfully erotic dream where Marcus was the star. God, the things that man did to me. Does my subconscious really want him that bad? I haven’t had a dream like that in like…ever.
Brushing off the last vestiges of sleep I leave the confines of my bed in search of something to eat. If I’m lucky, Ava baked last night and if it’s cupcakes for breakfast, who am I to argue?
Clinking dishes tell me I’m not the only one awake in the house.
Rounding the corner past the living room, I find Charlie sitting on a breakfast stool with a spoonful of Fruit Loops about to meet her lips. She smiles with a Cheshire-like grin that says she knows something.
But instead of saying anything she places the spoon in her m
