It happened again.

The noise.

The same low, muffled rhythm that had dragged me straight out of sleep last night - only now it was louder. Bolder.

At first, I tried to ignore it. Rolled over. Pulled the pillow over my head. But the sound crawled through the ceiling, uninvited - a breath, a laugh, a moan that sliced through the quiet like silk on skin.

I cursed under my breath and sat up, dragging a hand through my hair.

"This is insane," I muttered.

I shouldn't care who she was with.

I ...