Lights and shades

Sophia

Touch as light as the butterfly’s wings followed the invisible trail across my bare back, tickling me, lighting every cell in my body like a Christmas tree. I moaned and wiggled, wanting more of that touch, but it stopped and a soft laugh filled my ears.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Kieran whispered into my ear, chasing away the last traces of somnolence.

Fingers were replaced by lips for a moment before I was deprived of them, too. Irritated at my torturer, I turned around lazily to see Kieran standing by the bed, fully dressed.

“What time is it?”

“Almost nine,” Kieran said as his hands fixed the indigo tie I bought for him last month, confident it would accentuate his eye color. And I was right. “You want me to drop you off at the hospital?”

“You have a meeting with Finances before Tanya.” I shook my head. “Don’t worry. I’ll get a taxi.”

“That’s it. I’ll be hiring a driver for you today.” Kieran understood my lack of enthusiasm for driving and stopped pressing me about it long ago.