Panting, she fell back onto the mattress, her hair sticking to her forehead in sweaty spikes. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a shadow shift in the dark, and she bolted upright, her heart hammering in terror. She snapped on her bedside lamp with one fumbling hand, squinting against the sudden glare.
Nothing. Her frantic glances around the room revealed no hidden intruder.
She snorted to herself. Better learn to relax, Bree. If you start jumping at shadows every time you have a good o****m, you should probably break up with Mark.
Not that we have ever made things formal. She grinned at the thought, her mind reaching back to the strange rituals of her school days, of class rings and promise rings and letterman's jackets. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom for a
