Page 88 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

I didn't even think he liked her last night. How did they end up in bed together?

... and why was I getting to my feet and walking to Jonas' room?

I hesitated at the door, wondering what the hell looking would accomplish. But my brain just couldn't wrap around the idea of them being in bed together.

Lifting my fist, I knocked softly and waited. When there was no answer, I reached for the doorknob and opened it just enough to peer inside.

For a moment, my heart stopped, because there was someone in bed with Jonas, but I couldn't see who. I could only see the mop of Jonas' wavy brown hair and one of his ears from under the cover. Then, before I could slam the door shut and go hide somewhere, the other body rolled over, exposing Charles.

Oh.

His eyes fluttered open, and he looked straight at me.

“Hey,” he said groggily. “What's up?”

I blinked, trying to think of something.

“I was looking for Angie,” I whispered. “She's not out there.”

“Yeah, she went home when Jonas told her he wouldn't fuck her.” He started laughing. “It was actually so funny.”

I had no right to feel so relieved.

Just then, Jonas moaned and rolled over, lifting his head to see who Charles was talking to.

I'd never seen him half asleep and tousled, and dammit, my heart was doing something uncalled for.

“Sorry to disturb you,” I muttered and pulled the door shut, but just before it sealed, my gaze flew around his room and there, on his desk, my eyes snagged on a camera sitting just out of sight behind the monitor.

I shut the door, my heart racing.

It couldn't be...

Everyone filed out sometime in the afternoon. Charles stuck around the longest to help tidy up, but hung over and grumbling he hadn't been very useful, so I told him to go home.

It was another couple of hours before Jonas finally emerged.

He was a little bit more put together, but barely. There were bags under his eyes and his skin was pale.

I watched him head straight into the kitchen and listened while he sorted through the medicine cabinet.

He'd left his door open, and I couldn't help peeking in. The camera was still there. I hadn't hallucinated it... Of course, that didn't mean that he was in his bedroom making sex tapes all the time, but a weird feeling came over me when I thought about it. I didn't know what the hell he was up to in there.

What did he even do?

It wasn't like he was in school anymore. I never heard him gaming or anything.

He came out of the kitchen, cradling a cup of instant coffee and a bagel.

I watched, flabbergasted, as he beelined for his bedroom again.

“Hey, hang on!”

He paused, finally acknowledging me.

“What?” he asked.

I stared for a minute, honestly taken aback.

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