Page 115 of Debugging Love

Mmm. So warm. Snuggly. Best. Pillow. Ever.

“Well look what the cat dragged in.”

I open my eyes. Morgan is hunched over the bed, beaming.

I close my eyes. Sleepy time not over. Must snuggle against this warm pile of pillowy manliness.

Wait. Pillows aren’t manly. My eyes pop open. My head is resting on Chance’s arm. My arm is draped across his chest.

“You guys have fun last night?” Morgan says.

I look up at Chance. He looks down at me. Panic flashes between us.

“Nothing happened!” I say as my head thuds against the mattress, my Chance-pillow ripped away. He leaps off the bed. Fully clothed. We’re both fully clothed. It was just a dream. A very interesting...

Never mind.

He’s crouched in the corner, hunched over like he’s hiding his nakedness. “We were just sleeping,” he says.

“Geez, you two. I’m just teasing.”

I roll to my side of the bed and pull the comforter up to my chin. Somehow I meandered over to Chance in my sleep. That never happens. I sleep like a corpse.

Chance, realizing he has nothing to hide, straightens. Without a word, he collects his luggage, grins at me and strolls out of the room.

Morgan goes to the window and flings open the curtains. Fluorescent sunlight pours into the room, permanently damaging my retinas.

I sit up. “You!”

“What?” she asks innocently.

“You left me with Chance!”

“I see that.”

“Why?”

“You and Chance had a thing going in the pool. I thought you’d like some privacy.” Morgan plops onto the bed, her smile big enough to cross oceans.

“Me? You were making out with Drew in the hot tub.”

“We were just kissing.”

“And then you went back to his room and did more.”

“Kissing.”

“Right.”

“Mostly kissing.”

“Right.”

“What kind of girl do you think I am?”

“The kind that abandons her friend to the hot coworker that she was determined not to kiss.”

Morgan sucks in a breath and covers her mouth. “You kissed?”

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