Back To Bed

Emma shook her head and chuckled. It was good to know that the old couple was still in love.

More power to them, Emma thought.

Back under the covers, Emma realized that the noise could have been coming from Jen's room, but with her having her door shut then she must have really been going at it for the sound to reach down the hall.

It didn't matter either way. Emma was the guest here. Let them do what they want, or need, to do in the comfort of their own homes. Even had they all been at Emma's house, she wouldn't begrudge someone a little relief, no matter how prudish she might be.

Safe in Jake's bed, no longer able to hear any filthy squeaking of any kind, Emma's thoughts turned to other things until sleep claimed her.