Ida was just barely asleep when she heard the door open. Her friend Ashlyn was staying over, visiting from out of town. It had been years since they had seen each other last. And the connection was still strong between them. Ida had never been with a woman, but there was a certain warmth she had felt during her time with Ash, which she had promptly attributed to the Merlot. Same with the warm flushness she felt on her cheeks when Ash had laughed at her jokes…or when Ash had grabbed her forearm while intently telling a story. She had dozed thinking about Ash’s smile, and questioning her own motives for doing so. She heard the floor creak and soft steps come across the room. Her hearth pounded. But she stayed motionless and pretended not to notice.
Was Ash really coming in?