“Yup.”He peered up at the ceiling once more.“They all lie on pillows, smoking pot and cuddling together.”
“Do they have sex?”Tiffany asked.
“Nope.Just cuddle.”
“Pfft.”I giggled again.“What’s the point if there’s no sex?”
“What do you know about sex?”Jonah questioned.“You’re like the forty-year-old virgin.”
I grinned.“Only I’m twenty-four.”
He waved his hand above us.“I doubt your puss can tell the difference.”
Hearing him say that had me giggling again.
Jonah flipped onto his side, put his hands together, and rested his cheek on them, his big green eyes hopeful, his blond hair purposely mussed.“Tell us more about the club, Mommy.Please.”
I sighed.“Okay, little Tommy, but you have to promise not to judge.”
Tiffany sat up abruptly, drawing my attention.Her usually perfectly styled hair was a mess around her face.Static had it sticking up in crazy directions.
“Seriously?”she asked, leaning over Jonah to get in my face.“When have we ever judged you?”
I cocked one eyebrow.“How about the time I bought that dress—”
“No!”Jonah shook his head, grinning.“Don’t even go there.You know that dress was hideous.”
“I liked it,” I argued.
“It made you look like a garden,” Tiffany declared with a curl of her lips that looked ominously like a snarl.“And not the good kind.”Her arms began to move, as though outlining … something.“Like a big, hideous … garden.”
“Tell me what you really think, Tiff.”Though I’d meant to relay that with heat, it came out on a breathless chuckle.
The three of us lay there for long minutes before I was able to catch my breath.My thoughts drifted to Cav and Edge, and I managed to maintain my composure.
“I went to the club,” I said.
“Duh.”Jonah flopped onto his back again.
“It was … exactly what I expected.”I found a spot on the ceiling, studied it.
“You might’ve mentioned that,” Tiffany said with a huff.“A few dozen times.”
“Who’s telling the story here?”My tone rose and fell.
“Certainly not you,” Jonah noted.“Otherwise…” He pushed up onto his side, leaned over until his nose was on mine.“We’d have the juicy details!”
When his hand snaked out, his fingers digging into my sides, I squealed and flailed around as I tried to sit up, to get away.
“Fine,” I huffed, trying to catch my breath.
I made it to my feet, flopped onto the sofa, and propped my head up on a pillow.I crossed my ankles, steepled my hands on my stomach.
“She’s not gonna tell us,” Jonah told Tiffany.
“I will,” I whined.“Give me a minute.”
“A minute, she wants.We’ve been at this for two hours.”
