Stacia’s attention meant something to me that I didn’t like to talk about. So it was just as well that talking wasn’t what Stacia wanted from me. She flung herself onto the bed, and then looked right down at the tent I was raising in the sheet. “Well, hello there,” she whispered, her eyes flashing with mischief. “I didn’t know you’d already be…up.” She pressed a kiss onto my shoulder, and then immediately began working her way downward, dragging the sheet with her.
