Cassidy punched at her pillows again. It had been a long, stressful day, yet sleep wouldn’t come. She still felt restless. Restless because—besides the few stolen moments in the pantry—she hadn’t had a single second alone with Laura. And Laura had left so quickly after dinner, Cassidy hardly had time to say goodbye…a very public goodbye which consisted of nothing more than a smile and a nod. Of course, she had offered to walk Laura out, but Laura had politely declined. And why? Because they both knew that if they were alone…in the dark…with the full moon filtering through the trees…

Cassidy closed her eyes, remembering the scene in the pantry. God, Laura had been so…so ready. Cassidy could feel the wetness between her thighs. She could still hear the quiet moans, the almost desperate hold Laura had on her. Cassidy never meant to take it that far. She had simply been craving a kiss, a touch. She never expected it to turn into all that. Not that quickly.

But it had. And she wanted more of it. Much more.

She rolled over and picked up her phone. It was 12:48. Laura would be asleep. She pictured her in bed, curled on her side, her eyelids fluttering while she dreamed. She held the phone to her chest. She was forty-four years old. How was it that Laura could make her feel like a teenager? So, despite her better judgment, she called her. After three rings, she very nearly hung up but before the fourth, she heard a very sexy, sleepy voice in her ear.

“You better be calling because you miss me. I was in the middle of a very good dream.”

Cassidy grinned. “Was I in your dream?”

“Yes. We were very naked. And we weren’t in the pantry,” Laura murmured.

Cassidy heard the muffled sound of the sheets, and she imagined Laura shifting, perhaps sitting up against pillows. She found herself doing the same.

“Yes…I missed you,” she said. “You left in a hurry.”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t take it anymore. Your friends hate me.”

“Hate is not the right word, Laura. It’s just that Claudia is their friend, and they wanted a nice, tidy foursome. I think Erica was trying to highlight the differences between all of them and you.”

“And she succeeded.”