Her thick, curvy body was barely covered, one leg sticking out, and her short hair was messy against the pillow.
She looked completely satisfied and relaxed, a small, content smile on her face even in sleep.
I was about to head out when someone gently knocked on the door.
I walked over and opened the door. It was Tiffany, holding a tray with two steaming cups of coffee.
"Morning, Alex," she said softly, her voice warm but with a hint of something else. She glanced past me into the room, clearly looking to see where Julie was.
Her eyes lingered for a moment on the bed where my cousin was still sleeping, then returned to me. "I thought I should make you some coffee."
She stood there in the doorway in a simple but flattering outfit, a maxi that hugged her thick figure, her heavy breasts and wide hips clearly outlined.
