I snuggled deeper under the covers. Frank’s voice was just playing into my dreams, which included doing X-rated things at one hundred miles an hour. “Do you always sleep this way?” “Hmm?” “I said, do you always sleep this way?” I cracked open an eye and saw Frank’s right eyebrow hitched in question. Uh-oh. Real life was coming back to me. I was naked. I grappled for the covers. I was on my side, covers tangled around my middle, bare leg over a spare pillow. I think the important parts had been covered, but unless Frank thought I wore a strapless thong nightie, he probably figured out the answer to his question. This wasn’t the way I’d planned him to be viewing my forty-year-old body, with the afternoon light streaming in, highlighting every imperfection. I sighed. Oh well, all he wanted was cookies anyway. “I was wondering if you sleep walk, because I think I want to be your roommate a little longer.” “Very funny,” I told his mile wide grin. He sat down on the edge of the bed.
