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Eli said, slinging his arm around my shoulder. I laughed. Finally. “Can we please just do something that doesn’t involve high school boys and emotional damage? I’m stressed and it’s not even the weekend.” Eli’s eyes lit up. “Say less, girlie. Sleepover. My place. Just you and me. Junk food. That vampire show with all the hot, emotionally constipated people.” “I’m in,” I said instantly. We were mid-hug when two shadows loomed over us. “Sleepover?” a familiar voice asked.

Scarlet asks, looking hopeful. I glance at their trays and see that Sloane ate more than she has since her parents’ death. “I think a couple of candy bars would be okay, don’t you, Roman?” Samara asks, watching Sloane carefully. “Sure,” I say, mind linking the omegas in the kitchen and putting in the request. “Can we have a sleepover?” Scarlet asks, scooting closer to Sloane. I can tell they’ve already talked about it. “I told Sloane that, if it’s okay, I could sleep in her room tonight and then she could sleep in my room tomorrow night.”

I saw the subtle victorious smile that married his lips, and I had the urge to sneer. Picking up my phone, I'd checked the time, seeing it was already 10 o'clock. “Why don't we have a sleepover tonight. There's a hotel just across this restaurant. I heard it's famous too!” Valerie suggested, and my head turned to her. Since when did she consider having a sleepover with me? Tsk… “Okay,” I said, smiling as I finished the rest of my seafood boil. I could feel the heat coming in, and my gaze had started to turn unfocused.

Then came one evening that unfolded differently. It was eight o’clock when Rhea stepped into the condo, tired from work and expecting a space. Lucas usually didn’t arrive until ten, so she was surprised when the front door swung open and a wave of cheerful noise greeted her. Four flamboyant voices echoed in the air, and among them stood Lucas, making it five. “What’s going on?” Rhea asked, her voice hesitant, her eyes deliberately avoiding Lucas as she addressed the others. “SLEEPOVER!” Ruffa and Nicole shouted gleefully, arms flailing in the air with exaggerated excitement.

SLEEPOVER ORGY CHAPTER 1 The parents’ SUV disappeared down the street Friday afternoon, and by 8:30 p.m. the house was officially a lawless zone. Lila had spent the evening bouncing around in a cropped baby-tee and the tiniest denim shorts known to man, texting the group chat like a general rallying troops: Lila: sleepover at mine TONIGHT Lila: parents gone till sunday Lila: bring condoms, monster, and ur A-game

"Why bother? The master suite has that massive California King. We used to have sleepovers in the dorms on twin beds; surely we can manage one night in a bed the size of a small continent." "A sleepover?" I laughed, the champagne making my head feel light. "What is this, year seven?" "It’s a 'New Chapter' celebration," Hannah insisted, standing up and pulling me with her. "No one sleeps alone tonight. We’re a fortress. The Lodge Sisterhood."

Joe stays for a Sleepover. Just a lot of hot, sticky sex. Forewarned. * * * * Having at least made an effort towards calming down the agitation caused by our new roommate Robin, and stopping Jimbo from doing anything stupider than usual, I was looking forward to a little relaxation. Beth and Debbie had decided it might be nice to invite Joe over for a 'sleepover' and I was still not entirely sure what they had in mind.

The sleepover was supposed to be ordinary. Mia had texted me mid-afternoon: Parents out of town till Sunday. Come over. Movies, takeout, the usual. I showed up at seven with a duffel bag and a change of clothes, same as I had a dozen times before. Her house always felt familiar—the same scuffed entryway, the same smell of laundry detergent and the lemon candles her mom liked. We ordered Thai, claimed the big sectional, and put on a movie neither of us paid real attention to.

Every year, the week before the statewide college entrance exams, I had my parents empty fifty rooms at our hotel and hold them for my classmates, free of charge. Then the scores came out, and our class president, Natalie Reed, had bombed hers. She led the whole class online and claimed our hotel had run construction in the middle of the night on purpose, just to keep her from getting into college. The post went viral. The hotel was reported until it was shut down. My parents lost every cent they had saved, and their hair went gray overnight. Through all of it, not one of the fifty classmates who had stayed in our hotel spoke up for us. Then I opened my eyes, and it was the week before

Sandra defended herself “Well you should have” Mark concluded After the movie, Summer and Stephanie were upstairs in Summer’s bedroom; “So what do people do at sleepovers?” it was no surprise she had never been to a sleepover, I mean she didn’t really have any friends. “Well it’s usually braiding hair, telling secrets, pillow fights and eating junk food. Well that was what went on in Sleepless night” Sleepless night was a movie Stephanie stared in. “Interesting” Summer chuckled *** The following morning after breakfast;