"What are you doing?" Nakia demands, as Sharon rolls up to sitting, rubbing at her face.

"Sleeping?" she hazards, but her friend is already steaming straight ahead. "I expected you back an hour ago! You were up all night because of him and now I find you here alone in his bed?"

Sharon groans and presses her hands to her face. "It's just a bed, Nakia. Nothing nefarious. We shared one before, it's fine, he was just letting me get some rest. No ulterior motives, I promise you."

"I will decide that," Nakia promises, pointing at her. Sharon makes a sound like a dying animal and flops back to drag the throw over her face. "I was wrong," comes out muffled, and Nakia steps closer, a sardonic hand to her ear.

"Oh? What was that? Since when do you admit mistakes?"

Sharon pulls the blanket off her face and glares at her, but her friend just sits on the edge of the mattress and puts a firm hand on her leg. "I hated to see you so hurt," she says, a little more gently, and Sharon nods, reaches for her friend's hand.

"I know. But we talked. It's okay, I promise. He didn't mean what I thought he did."