Up the basement stairs to the first floor, then up the stairs to the second, Johnny and Ben followed after Marianne like eager pups hungry for a treat. The upstairs hallway was dark, but she navigated it easily; the guys, not so much. She heard them bumping and stumbling along in their eagerness and had to suppress a grin. Every fiber of her being ached with nervous anticipation. All those times she’d said goodnight to Ben at the front door! If she had only known how much he’d wanted to be invited in, she would’ve been more than willing to open her legs, her heart, her bed. He was the one she fell for first, and no matter how much she loved Johnny, she’d never be able to forget it.
Inside the bedroom, she bypassed the wall switch and headed for the lamp on the table beside her bed. A diff
