I stare at the dark television for ten minutes. This solves nothing. I check the sliding glass door that leads to my very small patio. It has a broken broomstick in the bottom rail so it can only slide open after removing it. The locking mechanism, which I check too, is a piece of crap. I head to the front door and lock it. I walk to my bedroom to go through my pre-sleep ritual. After a quick shower, I slip into one of my large shapeless tees. Brushing, flossing and moisturizer are next.
I lie down in bed and turn off the lamp. When I close my eyes, I picture Moon-his reticent smile, his intense eyes, and his sexy as hell bod. My girl parts are ramped up and it's all Moon's fault. With a groan, I roll over and grab the purple wonder from the drawer beside my bed. I hit the switch and then
