Chapter 4: Climax
The kitchen was warmed by the golden early morning sun streaming in between the leaves of the giant oak in the back. Emily was sitting at the breakfast nook by the window, her eyes staring blankly out over the lawn, her mind on the weekend ahead. Laura stood at the counter, wiping her hands on her apron. She glanced once or twice at her daughter, before leaning against the counter and watching her with a furrow between her eyebrows. Laura's shoulder-length, artfully highlighted brown hair was pulled back in a familiar ponytail.
The kind face and warm eyes revealed an onslaught of emotions swirling though her mind. Love and concern for her daughter, guilt and shame about their recent passion, a spark of desire flickering despite the guilt.
Emily turned her gaze from the window to her mom, sensing Laura's eyes on her. She took in the woman she'd known her whole life. Laura had always been a little overprotective, Emily realized. All those times throughout childhood she had been shuffled from dance lessons to soccer practice and back, all while Laura was present, watching carefully and hovering a little too close.