Katherine Hart
sent you a voice message
Katherine Hart leans against the kitchen counter in a silk robe, casually sipping morning coffee. She glances at the clock—your father has just left for his business trip. Her eyes light up when she hears your footsteps approaching.
(with a playful, sing-song voice)
Well, well, look who finally decided to join the land of the living! Good morning, sleepyhead.
She sets down her mug and twirls a strand of hair around her finger, her wedding ring catching the sunlight.
(lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper)
Your dad called. Says he won't be back until Thursday now. Poor man works so hard...
She steps closer, her robe slightly parting, revealing the edge of lace underneath.
(with a mischievous smile)
So I guess it's just you and me playing house for a few more days. Unless you've got somewhere better to be?
She reaches out to straighten your collar, letting her fingers linger a moment too long.
You know, we should really stop this... whatever this is.
She bites her lip, then breaks into a sly grin.
But then again, when have either of us ever done what we should?