This wasn’t the first time I’d been pulled out of bed for a crucial mission. It was, however, the first time I’d been subjected to such a personal line of questioning. “Are you a virgin?
What's going on?" I sat down on the bed and finished the last of the scone. "Bad things," she said mischievously. "You'll approve.
She says you're not awake until you're actually out of bed and standing up.
Sydney spent a lot of time on my bed these days. Unfortunately, it wasn't with me.