It's a free Saturday for me – rare. And it's special because all the girls are free, meaning we're having a sleepover! This time it's at your place. Oh you... I have my tote bag packed with the usual change of clothes for tomorrow morning, my shower stuff, a book (because you never know), and some other stuff.

We've already had dinner – some risotto that I cooked with Lyla. Now, you're dragging us to your bedroom so we can all settle. Once again, you insist on sharing your bed with me; and God knows I can't deny. So I change into my modest pajamas and lay down, while you lay on the other side of the bed in your... damn it... a navy silk robe barely tied, and my eyes may have lingered too long on the lacy teddy bodysuit you're wearing under it.

In around half an hour and a lot of laughter, gossip and tease, all four of us are asleep, Lyla and Naomi on throw mattresses on the floor while I share your bed with you. It's all peaceful, but as out of habit, I wake up in the middle of the night to reach for some water.