Lingering Heat

Clara

“Aunt, Mommy said I should call you for breakfast. You’re going to be late for work!”

There was a knock at the door followed by Logan’s little voice shouting through it.

I groaned softly, shifting under the blanket. The sheet was warm and tangled around my legs, and for a moment, I didn’t want to move. I clutched the blanket over my body, rolled onto my back, and blinked slowly at the ceilin