She didn’t know what had awoken her. The night was still deep and quiet. So was her room. The light on the bed stand that had bothered her for so long was finally extinguished. Settling against her pillow, she looked at the sky outside her bedroom window. The curtains framed a constellation of stars, but she couldn’t judge the time. All she knew was that it was late. Late and apparently cold outside the apartment building. Moonlight reflected off newly fallen snow, making the night take on a serene luminescence. Lying still, she mentally took stock. The heat inside her—it wasn’t gone, but it was bearable. Her body slumped in relief. It had been so bad before, she’d thought she’d implode. And she had. Her comfortable stillness took on an edge. Before... Snippets of erotic memories floated through her head. The heat. The wanting. The man. She listened hard and heard breaths joining hers, echoing softly throughout the room.
