IN MY DREAM, someone"s crying, but as sleep fades, they appear muffled moans from Nikki"s room, sounds of passion, not tears. Grabbing the pillow, I cover my head for a moment until I can"t breathe. Another whimper of pleasure and I blush, imagining Nik"s horror, knowing I heard every cry of ecstasy. I"ll never tell. Silence again, but I can"t sleep.
I"ll never tell.Rolling sideways and peeking from beneath the pillow, the laptop winks from the nightstand. I yawn and acquiesce to wakefulness, grab the laptop, and curl into the headboard. For several minutes, I stare bleary-eyed at my blog, until feet thud against the floor—Shane stepping from Nikki"s bed. At any moment, he"ll make a secret exit from Nikki"s bedroom.
Shane stepping from Nikki"s bedThey"re so ridiculous!
They"re so ridicu
