Matt and Elijah lost it entirely. Their boisterous laughs had turned to the cackles of hyenas as their voices strained.
“She’s,” Matt tried to force out, but he couldn’t compose himself as tears shimmered down his cheeks.
“A lesbian,” Elijah finished with a deep inhale. He grabbed his chest, falling back in his chair.
“Oh.” Shawn looked at me after doing the math. “Oh.”
“Your audacity astounds me, Shawn Allen Davenport. Someday, the right girl is gonna breeze into your life with indifference and kick your ass into respect and decency.” I was truly taken aback.
“Right,” he said, looking between us nervously. “Well, I’m gonna just—”
He cut himself off, bolting for the door and running right into the metal doorframe before stumbling outside.
“Get yourselves together, dammit.” Lanie stood, glaring at the boys before taking my hand and dragging me from the chair. My steps were hurried as I followed her out of the lounge and into the hallway. “Which way is your dorm?”
“Oh, it’s down there. Why?” I planned to show it to her later, after I had a chance to decorate and put everything away. She tugged my hand, nearly breaking out into a run as we moved down the hall. Slightly ahead, she looked back at me with a wink.
“We have a bed to christen.”
