Page 43 of Finding Wonderland

“Yeah?”

“Totally. No one has ever, nor will ever, compare to what just happened here.”

“Well,” she felt a smile play on her lips, “what can I say? I did learn something from my marriage.”

“What’s that?”

“How to please a woman.” They both laughed as Vera let herself fall back onto the pillow. “I always wanted an orgasm like that but I never knew how to ask for it. It didn’t seem like my place with…” she hesitated, “him.”

“You can always tell me what you want. Always.”

“Back at you.”

“You know what I want right now?”

“Hmm?”

“Sleep.”

“I heard that,” Isla yawned.

Pulling the sheet over their naked bodies, Isla happily settled into Vera’s embrace. A quick kiss goodnight was all there was time for before they were both fast asleep. Isla could have stayed there all day if her bladder hadn’t protested before the sun rose.

Isla carefully climbed out of bed as she made her way to the bathroom. After having two kids, she rarely went a whole night without having to get up. Not that Isla cared; she’d do anything for her kids. But as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, she paused to take in the sight.

Although she hadn’t let herself go, necessarily, she hadn’t been keeping up with exercising or healthy eating like she had before everything went to shit in her life. Even with Mason’s birth four years prior, she still had yet to lose some of the baby weight. Her ex had commented on it more than once when they were together, but Vera never said a word. Instead, she’d placed kisses along her stomach and her thighs that weren’t the same as they were prior to having kids.

Turning off the bathroom light, Isla made her way back to the bed. She could tell by Vera’s methodical breathing she was still asleep, so she carefully got back into bed beside her. But despite her carefulness, Vera stirred awake and rolled over to face her.

“Hey.”

“Hey, sorry,” Isla grimaced. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay.” Vera leaned in and kissed her lips. “I’d rather look at you than the inside of my eyelids anyway.”

“Damn, Forsyth,” she chuckled, “you have a lot of game for so early in the morning.”

“Well, when you wake up to a beautiful woman at your side, how could you not?”

“I hear that,” she said with a yawn, which made them both laugh.

Isla had no idea how much longer she slept, but when she woke up again, she was alone in bed. She buried her face in Vera’s pillow to take in the smell of her once more before climbing out of bed. There was a robe sitting on the nearby chair, and Isla put it on. As she tied it closed, she made her way down the stairs in search of Vera.

Thankfully, the smell of bacon told her exactly where to find her. Leaning up against the archway to the kitchen, Isla took in the sight of Vera. She was wearing a matching blue plaid pajama set with snowmen on them and was dancing and singing along to Faith Hill playing quietly on the radio. When she used her spatula as a microphone, Isla laughed, which caught Vera’s attention.

“No, don’t stop.” Isla walked toward her. “I love this side of you.”

“My dorky side?”

“The morning after sex side.” Wrapping her arms around Vera’s waist, Isla kissed her. “Although the dorky side is super cute, too.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

Breakfast with Vera felt as natural as making love with her. Isla had always heard that when someone found their soulmate, things would click. She had written that off as untrue when she met Ben. Yes, she loved him and, yes, she was thankful for the time she spent with him because it gave her Mason and Blake. But being with Vera was so different.

Ben never made her breakfast. He never made her feel beautiful by loving her body. And he sure as hell never would have danced around the kitchen to Celine Dion and laughing.

If Isla had any doubts about her feelings for Vera, there was no denying it now. She was in love with Vera Forsyth. And she wanted to spend every morning and every night with her. But could she tell her that? Was it too soon?

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