Disturbed by the noise, Layla rolls over sleepily, cracking open one eye like a slumbering dragon. She studies me for a second, then closes her eyes again. “Josh?” She murmurs. “Mm?” He says, stroking her arm. “Zack is in my bedroom.” “Unfortunately.” “Oh, I don’t know.” I lean against the wall, looking down at her. “Maybe this is just a wet dream.” She shakes her head, burying it back in the pillow. “Can’t be. You’re wearing clothes.” Great. Now I have a semi. “That can be rectified, lass. You just say the word.” “Sorry.” She sniffs. “I don’t sleep with home invaders.”
