Laya bit her lip. She felt like an idiot standing in his doorway like this in the middle of an empty hall.

She’d felt so ready when she got onto her motorcycle that night. They’d been friends for years; it’d always been easy. But what if she wanted to go beyond what he liked to call FWOBVRB , friends-with-occasional-but-very-rare-benifits? What if she’d maybe begun to like the idiot?

She groaned and banged her head against the door. And then she realized what she’d done. “Oh, shi-”

“Who is it?” called a groggy voice. She checked her watch. Oh, yeah. He was the early riser, she was the night owl. He opened the door, and Laya couldn’t help but smirk; his hair was a complete mess and he hadn’t even bothered to put on a shirt.

“What if it hadn’t been me?” she asked.

“Who else would be here at this hour?”

She smiled. “Um, hey… can I talk to you?” He looked at her with that adorable “duh” face of his, and she relaxed. THis was Matt. What was she so-

“Baby, who is it?” came a voice from inside.