He chuckled softly. “You also like to hide in my bed.”
“The activities make it tempting. It’s Pavlonian.”
“You’re telling me.”
Hearing a beeping sound, I remembered my phone and pulled it out. Checking my missed calls, I saw Kerri’s name flash across the screen. She hadn’t left a message though, so I put it back.
“Not someone you want to t
alk to,” Tray noted.
“More like…just confused as to why she’s calling. We’re not really close.”
“She’s one of your friends from Pedlam.”
“Yeah. Somewhat.”
“You and Mandy are fighting.”
I grinned. “And see I was thinking you were coming up to get some quick and easy action. But now…now I know the real reason you came up here. Mandy sent you, didn’t she?”
“Guilty. Except she didn’t. Believe it or not, I came up for some quick and easy action.”
“Mmmm. I always fall for the romantic guys,” I mocked with a dreamy look. “They just get me right here.” I patted my chest.
“Your breasts.”
“My heart, you ass.”
Tray chuckled, tightening his arms around me. “Actually, I came up because it was either this or listening to Amber, Jasmine, and Mandy rehash the latest SNL skit that made fun of Paris Hilton.”
“I’m touched. You chose me.”
“Well, I’d like to think we’ve started a tradition over the past few nights. It’d be heartless of me not to keep that tradition going.”
“And what is that?”
“Me and you. In bed.”
I laughed at that one.
“Except tonight,” I pointed out. “We will not be progressing as we have in the past.”
“Such fond memories.” He sighed, resting his cheek against my head.
“I feel like it happened just yesterday. Imagine that,” I scoffed, laughing.
Suddenly we heard a knock at my door, followed by Carter’s voice, “Dude. You dressed?”
“Oh my—get in here,” I called out. “I don’t need my parents thinking we wouldn’t be dressed in here.”
“Sorry.” Carter grinned, shrugging as he closed the door behind him. “I figured I’d take my chances on you guys.”
“They’re still talking about Paris Hilton?” Tray asked, running a hand down my knee, which was resting over his.
“Nah, dude, now they’re talking about that witch show. Charmed or something.”
I grinned. “Carter, I bet you a mil that if I were to look in your computer, you’d have every episode on iTunes.”