Don’t laugh. If you laugh, he’ll want to know why. And if you tell him why he’ll think you’ve lost your mind.
She squirmed in her seat like she was in church holding back a fart, while her brain kept on churning out inappropriate camera puns.
Flash.
“Okay, what’s so funny?” Elias demanded.
“Nothing.”
“You just snorted again.”
“Did not.”
Wren clamped her lips shut. Her cheeks burned from the effort not to laugh. But if her cootchie was a camera, her mind was now a drone zooming straight for Naughtyville.
Darkroom.
Private shoot.
A bubble of laughter slipped through her clenched teeth, and she quickly coughed to cover it up.
“Seriously, what’s going on?” Elias pressed, his aqua-blue eyes flicking between her and the road.
“Nothing. Just…being…stupid.”
Wren could feel the dam breaking. She bit down on her bottom lip hard, trying to stifle the giggles. But then her brain betrayed her with the ultimate zinger.
That did it. A laugh burst out of her, loud and uncontrolled.
“You laughed.” Elias crowed, eyes twinkling with victory. “Now you’ve got to spill.”
Wren shook her head, laughing too hard to care. “Oh, you wouldn’t understand,” she managed to gasp out between giggles.
“Try me.” He grinned, clearly enjoying the sight of her losing her shit.
Wren’s laughter slowed as she considered how to explain it without sounding completely ridiculous. She took a deep breath, wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, and gave him a wry smile.
“Okay, but if you laugh, it’s two points in my favor.”
Elias considered her. “So weareboth doing this, huh?”
“Doing what?”
“Keeping a laugh score.”
“You mean a laugh track?”
He grinned. “Whatever you want to call it.”
“So, just to confirm—if you laugh right now, it’s two points.”
“Yup. Hit me.”
“It’s just... I have a friend. Barbie. She was making fun of me.” Wren covered her face. “I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this.”
Elias rolled his hand in a ‘come on, out with it’ gesture.
“Fine.” The next words rushed from her lips. “She kind of compared my cootchie to a camera.”
