She squinted to see the clock. It was already after ten. She'd slept a full night. She hadn't done that in weeks. She pulled the covers back, then glanced down at her half-naked body. "Shit!" She shot up into a seated position. Trevor had taken her home the night before. He'd carried her up the steps and put her into bed. The night was foggy in her mind, but she was pretty sure she'd thrown herself at him. And, he rejected her. Rejected me? The Trevor from her youth would've taken any opportunity to get inside her panties. She wondered what had changed. Her head pounded and her throat was dry. Motrin and a bottle of water, both in her kitchen, were in order. As she popped the bread in the toaster, images of Trevor flooded her mind. She'd been angry with him for so long, but last night, those hurt feelings seemed to evaporate. If sex was all he'd wanted from her, he could have taken advantage of the situation when he carried her upstairs. She was a more than willing participant. Lila headed for a hot shower, turning the small radio on in the bathroom.
