No one would call her this late in the evening except Noah, and he was in Houston with the academic decathlon team. He wouldn't call her this late, would he? Unless something was wrong... Since their telephone conversation on Monday evening, things had been tense, but friendly. Emma had apologized for getting drunk and jumping him, and Noah had apologized for letting himself get jumped. She was scared to death that their play date in bed would ruin their friendship, but was hopeful that they could move past it. Moving past it was proving to be more difficult than she had anticipated, however, because every time she saw Noah in the hall, she imagined him naked, and sweaty, and rolling around on the rumpled sheets of her bed. She picked up the phone quickly. Noah's number. Her stomach did a little jump. What the hell was that about? "Hey, is everything okay?" "What? Oh, yeah, I'm sorry…I just…I couldn't sleep," he said . “Hotel rooms kind of freak me out.” "That's okay, I can't sleep either." She sighed.
