Serena couldn't sleep. She'd dropped Annalise off after the game, determined to spend a quiet night at home and get to bed early. Annalise had looked disappointed, but they'd spent the last two nights together, and Serena didn't want to get into some heavy thing; she was enjoying playing around with all the girls in town.
But she found she couldn't get Annalise off her mind. It was hard to explain. Annalise was attractive, but not the most beautiful woman around, and she was a decade older than Serena. But she had some essential quality that Serena found compelling.
After tossing and turning for two hours, she finally gave up and picked up her phone. Annalise picked up almost immediately.
"Hi," said Serena.
"Hi."
"I wake you up?"
"No," answered Annalise. "Can't sleep."
"Me neither. What you doing?"
"Well..." said Annalise. "As a matter of fact, I was just laying here having a little fantasy...."
* * *
About a half-hour later, Serena pulled up in front of Annalise's house. It was quiet and peaceful in the neighborhood. She went around to the back, as instructed. The house was totally dark, so she put her phone on flashlight mode and went in through the unlocked back door.
She crept quietly up the steps, not that it was necessary, but she was in character. She was wearing black yoga pants and a tight black turtleneck, and she looked amazing, thank you very much.
Annalise was curled up in bed, eyes clenched shut, a little bit of ambient light illuminating her tranquil face. Serena knew she was not really asleep, but she was doing a very good job of pretending.
