Trapped In Beastly Desires

Kayla turned in her bed. A smile curled on her lips. It was morning. No headache, no signs of illness —she felt good as hell. Sitting down, she threw her hands up and yawned, stretching along. She retreated to the kitchen to make coffee. To her surprise, the coffee was made already. Anthony made her coffee. Kayla couldn't restrain a smile. Fetching a cup of coffee from the coffeemaker, she made herself comfortable at the counter, where she found a note.

‘Make sure you get enough rest, Jebbie.’

Jebbie? Kayla was blushing. Shouldn't she be annoyed the imposter called her that? Gosh, she was changing into someone she didn't know. She really was changing, especially as she took a walk down last night's memory. Biting her lower lip, her cheeks flushed, her pupils dilating. The memory set her feelings on fire; she was getting hot. She groaned and put down her cup, clutching her stomach. Something just moved in her stomach. Another groan. It moved thrice again. It was getting uncomfortable.