After a long but much needed night with the twins, I woke to an empty bed. Well—it wasn’t completely empty. A head of flaming hair was the first thing I saw as I opened my eyes, followed by Tori’s smirking face. She was perched on the edge of the bed, her chin resting on her hands.

“Um, how long have you been here?” I grunted; my voice thick with sleep. As I rubbed the cobwebs from her eyes, she straightened and flashed me a cheeky smile.

“Oh, a half an hour or so.” She shrugged, brushing some strands of hair from her forehead.

As my senses sharpened and the thick haze of post-sleep faded, I noticed she was wearing an emerald sports bra and black leggings. Her thick curls were pulled back from her face, and her round eyes held a flicker of impatient excitement.

“Do you always watch your friends sleep?” I snickered, sitting up against the wooden headboard.

“I most certainly do not, that is