Sighing loudly for what felt the hundredth time, Grier flopped onto her side and then kicked the blankets off. Sitting up and punching the blankets, she looked out the window where the bright moonlight was streaming into her bedroom. It was almost a full moon tonight and it was high and illuminating in the night sky.
Yet it wasn’t the fact her room was lit like daylight which was keeping her wide awake. No. It was her sordid thoughts of Nick Santos in the bed right across the connecting bathroom. She groaned again and squeezed her duvet in her fists with the memory.
When she’d gone to brush her teeth earlier, Nick was in her direct line of view through the jack-and-jill bathroom, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of cotton pyjama bottoms which were hanging precariously low on his per
