Page 109 of Their Naughty Student
“Don’t think so,” Jonah said primly.
I sat up in time to see him massaging his face with his fingertips.I frowned, tried to figure out what he was doing.When I couldn’t, I simply asked.
“My cheeks hurt.”The words were said as he pulled his lips out like a duck.
Of course, in my inebriated state, this was the funniest shit I’d ever seen.
Because my tailbone was starting to hurt, I tried to push up onto the sofa using only my arms.I would’ve been successful after the third attempt if it hadn’t been for Jonah using his foot to push my arm out from under me.I went face-first into the cushion.
Again, some seriously funny shit.
“Come on, Lautner,” he said on a dramatic sigh.“What’s the big secret?”
I gave up on trying to get off the floor.“There’s not one.”
“Yousaidthere was,” Jonah whined.
Another fit of giggles barreled through me.“Oh, yeah.I did, huh?”
He rolled his eyes.
“Be careful,” Tiffany said seriously.“You’ll get stuck like that.”
I jerked my attention her way, curious as to what she was talking about.She was staring at Jonah, her eyes crossed.
Of course, this was funny, too.
To me, at least.
Jonah huffed.“You’ve got two seconds.Spill it or I’ll tickle it out of you.”
I sobered momentarily.I did not like to be tickled, and Jonah seemed quite fond of using that as a torture tactic.
I sat up, schooled my features, and glanced between my two best friends.I’d only known them since my first semester of college, but the three of us had become tight since then.We spent at least one or two nights a week hanging out, laughing, joking, bouncing ideas off one another.And of course, dishing about our love lives.Or lack thereof, which was usually the case for me.
“Whaddya wanna know?”I asked, swallowing the last of my wine.
“On the night in question,” Jonah began, his voice unusually deep—like an announcer’s—as he pretended to interrogate me, “you mentioned you went to a place known as the Wild West room.Can you describe this room?”
“You got me, copper!”I squealed, trying to hold off the giggles.“I’m guilty.I did it!”
Needless to say, this conversation was going nowhere fast.Once again, I was doubled over, and Tiffany’s head was hanging off the front of the sofa, her laughter as uncontrollable as mine.
“Is it true, Miss Lautner, that it looked like a barn?”Jonah asked in that same dramatic fashion.
I gave up my attempt to remain upright and just rolled over onto my back.“It’s true.It’s all true.”
I’d already given them the full layout of the Wild West room, right down to the barn door window and the hooks in the wall.
“She’s not telling us everything,” Tiffany insisted.“She’s leaving something out.”She slithered down onto the floor.“I can feel it.”
Jonah, apparently not wanting to be left out, followed suit.He dropped to his knees, slowly crawled across the floor, and lay down between us.“Did you know they’ve got this thing called cuddling?”
I turned my head to peer at him.“What?”
He looked my way.“It’s true.People’ve made careers out of it.They hold cuddle parties and shit.”
I studied him, trying to find the truth in his statement.“Really?”
