there a lot sooner.
 
 She smiled to herself as a shiver raced up her spine. A good shiver.
 
 “You mentioned pajamas?”
 
 Christina tugged Taylor down and kissed her hotly. “I have some in the
 
 top drawer over there.”
 
 Taylor looked around at the furnishings in the darkened room for the
 
 first time. Dressers, one long and one tall, nightstands, the bed, a closet on
 
 the far side. It was all very ordinary, and all very surprising, because she
 
 hadn’t noticed a single detail. She had been totally transfixed on Christina
 
 when they entered the room.
 
 “We can talk about this tomorrow?” T
 
 aylor asked hesitantly. She didn’t
 
 know what to say at the moment, but as long as she knew that they could
 
 and would talk about it, she could sleep easily.
 
 She’d sleep easily anyway, after the incredible climaxes she’d had, but
 
 thinking about that made her skin feel like it was on fire again, and she
 
 knew that she really did need to get upstairs and get some sleep.
 
 “Yes.” Christina nodded. She got up, walked to the door, and threw on a
 
 fluffy purple robe with little pink hearts on it. It seemed so the exact
 
 opposite of anything that Christina would wear that Taylor nearly laughed.
 
 Christina walked over to the dresser and pulled out a set of fuzzy green
 
 pajama bottoms with cartoon cat heads on them. She dug further and found
 
 a plain black t-shirt. She handed them over, their fingers brushing, but
 
 Taylor forced herself to slip into them. She gathered up her clothes, folding
 
 them neatly for the morning, then gave Christina a smile that contained all
 
 her nerves, her happiness, and her hope in one single look. Christina smiled
 
 back.
 
 “Goodnight,” she whispered.
 
 “Goodnight.”
 
 Taylor slipped from the room and crept quietly up the stairs towards