"Huh." Thomas eyed the camisole in her hands, then shifted his gaze to her body, letting his eyes wander.
"Strike one," she said quickly, stuffing the flimsy garment into her pocket. "Give up?"
"No way," Thomas scoffed. "I'm just getting started."
He ambled over to Daniel's desk, opening and slamming the doors one after the other. Finally he tossed a
bunch of books on the floor and a slow grin surfaced.
"Score." He took a seat on the desk and pulled Daniel's laptop onto his lap.
"Password?"
She shrugged. "No idea," she said lightly. She crossed the room and leaned back against the desk next to him.
"Sorry."
"Oh, come on," he protested. "You don't know your own boyfriend's password?"
"I told you, I trust him. And he trusts me."
Lie."Yeah?" Thomas raised his brows skeptically.
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"As a general rule, I don't go snooping around in his personal stuff."
"Didn't," Thomas corrected her. "You didn't go snooping around in his personal stuff. Until now." He
paused, drumming his fingers on the desk. "What's his lacrosse number?"
"Twenty-nine," she replied. "But that's way too obvious."
Still. Thomas typed Ryan29 in the password prompt box. Invalid password flashed on the screen. Daniel29,
DRyan29, and LAX29 elicited the same response.
"Aw." Ariana pouted. "Strike two."
She lifted the cereal bowl onto the shelf above the desk and sat down next to Thomas. A strange sensation
spread through her body. Relief? Not possible. She hadn't expected Thomas to find anything. Daniel had
never given her a reason not to trust him. And if he shouldn't trust her anymore, she did trust him. There was
no reason for them to be there, going through his personal stuff. Her hair was still damp, but suddenly she felt
like she needed another shower.
"Okay," she announced, tapping her fingernails against the desk. "You gave it a shot. Now let's get out of
here." The sound of her own nails on the oak surface made her even jumpier. "Let's go. Please."
"You have to give me a fair chance to win the bet," Thomas muttered. "All right. We'll try something easier.
What's his birthday?"
She sighed impatiently. "August twelfth."