Devious Minds by Germaine KF

Author:Germaine, KF [Germaine, KF]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-04-23T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I opened my eyes to a dark room and a ceiling sprinkled with glow-in-the-dark stars. Moving my body in a slow snow angel-like formation, I inhaled a breath of relief.

I was the only one in Gray Peters’s bed.

A low snoring sound came from the floor below me, and peering over the edge, I saw Peters lying in a fetal position on his rug. He’d pulled all the covers off the bed, leaving me totally exposed. I gently tugged his bedspread back up, and he stirred.

“Sydney?”

“No, it’s Fernando… Go back to sleep or I’ll roll off the bed and smother you.”

He laughed and sat up straight. Holding his head, he let out the low groan of a severely hung-over twenty-something. “Jesus Christ. What happened last night?”

I tugged up the rest of the covers and turned on my side. “The question is what didn’t happen last night, Peters, and for the record,”—I flipped a finger between him and myself—“we didn’t happen.”

“I know,” he said a little half-heartedly. “Can I get on the bed? This hard floor is leaving my hip sore.”

Before I could answer hell no, he jumped in bed and pulled the covers up. I nudged him with my elbow, and he fell back out.

“I should go home.” I sat up and realized I was wearing a large white T-shirt. “Shit. What happened to my dress?”

He raised a hand above the mattress edge and pointed to a skintight blue dress, now cut into long strips, in the corner. “You came in here complaining about societal pressures on women to wear uncomfortable sausage tube casings, then grabbed a pair of scissors off the desk and started cutting from the crotch up.”

“What? No way.” Reaching down, I made sure I still had on my underwear. “Were you in here? Oh my God.”

He laughed and let out another painful moan. “No, Allison came in here with you. She helped you cut it and then found a T-shirt in one of my drawers. Then you put on a pair of my socks, grabbed my sunglasses, and slid across the living room floor with Allison, singing Beyoncé.”

“I would never.” I gasped, and he laughed harder. “Beyoncé?”

“Trust me. You did. Fernando got it on video. It’s probably on YouTube now. He’s been big into YouTube since his DJ stardom.”

I lay back in bed, and Peters released a whimper like a man who’d just lost a bar fight.

“What are you wearing, Peters?” I peered back over the edge, but I still hadn’t quite adjusted to the room’s darkness. “Do you have clothes on?”

“A T-shirt and boxers.”

I lifted the covers. “Fine, get in… No touching.”

A second later, Peters hopped into bed, and I’d made a wall of pillows between the two of us as a barrier. Despite using four pillows, there was still one for each of our heads.

“You’re like a girl with all these pillows. Allison would be envious. Speaking of, is she still here? How’d she get home?”

“I gave Jack your keys,” he said casually, turning on his side.

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