Page 41 of Truth or More Truth
She gasps lightly and then asks, “You okay?”
I nod, knowing she can feel the movement even if she can’t see it.
“Good,” she says. “Let’s sleep.”
It takes a while for sleep to come, but with Melissa holding me, the memories finally fade and I drift off.
I jerk upright to the sound of pounding on a door, dislodging Melissa from my body in the process. She was draped across me, sleeping as soundly as I was just seconds ago, based on the confused look in her eyes when I turn to look at her.
“Melissa!” Wendy’s voice comes through the hotel room door. “Open up! We need to head to Leslie’s parents’ house.”
“Crap,” Melissa says as she scrambles off the bed. “I forgot to set the alarm.” She races to the door. I can’t see her from the bed,but I’m hoping she’s not planning to let Wendy in. We can’t let her discover me here, or we’ll never hear the end of it.
“Did you just wake up?” Wendy asks Melissa. “Let’s get cracking, sleepyhead.”
“No, you don’t need to come in,” Melissa says loudly, alerting me that Wendy intends to do just that. But there’s nowhere for me to hide, so there’s not much I can do if she pushes her way in.
Which she does. And then she stands blinking at me from the end of the bed as her eyes open wider and wider and a smile blooms across her face.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Wendy looks back and forth between me and a blushing Melissa while grinning like a maniac.
Melissa sends me a beseeching look before covering her face. “Nothing. We have nothing here.”
“Except a shirtless Bobby Jacobs in your bed,” Wendy states. “Possibly a completely naked Bobby Jacobs in your bed, since I can’t see his bottom half.”
I grab the sheet where it has pooled around my waist and cover my chest with it, which makes Wendy chuckle.
“Technically, my bed is the other one,” Melissa replies.
Wendy snorts. “Whatever you want to tell yourself.” She puts her hands on her hips and smirks at me. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, young man?”
I determine to play it cool. “Ask me anything you want about what happened here last night.” There’s no way she knows about what happened in the car, so whatever she asks will be easily answered. And since I’m mostly recovered from yesterday’s events, she shouldn’t be able to tell anything is wrong.
Wendy rubs her hands together and asks in a gleeful voice, “Did Melissa sleep inherbed or yours?”
“Neither,” I reply.
Her forehead wrinkles. “What does that mean?”
“I mean, her bed is over there,” I point, “and mine is down the hall.” I chuckle at myself.
Wendy rolls her eyes. “Okay, funny guy, let me rephrase. Did you and Melissa sleepin the same bed?”
Melissa groans. “Wendy!”
“I will neither confirm nor deny,” I say, “but nothing untoward happened between us. She didn’t even try to feel me up. Can you believe it?” I’d never admit it to either of them, but I’m a little disappointed Melissa didn’t try anything. Not that I thought she would. It was neither the time nor the place.
“Bobby!” Melissa glares at me.
“Stop yelling our names,” Wendy says to her. “If you’d just tell me what happened, this can be over in a jiffy. I refuse to believe the two of you slept in the same room but not the same bed, even though both beds are messed up. As Bobby said, it’s not as if he doesn’t have his own bed down the hall.”
“Okay, fine,” Melissa says. “We slept in the same bed but, as Bobby so eloquently put it, nothing untoward happened.”
“Well, why ever not?” Wendy demands. “What was stopping you?”
On my part, not much other than a panic attack,I think but don’t say.
“We’re friends,” Melissa says, resulting in a pang in my chest region. “We were, uh, talking and then Bobby decided to sleep in here, and uh, I was cold, so we did a repeat of the night before. All we did was sleep in the same bed.”
