Page 77 of The Fine Art of Faking It
“Okay. Let’s get this show on the road. Why do you look like you just spent all night practicing theKama Sutra?” Layla asked, through a mouthful of crumbs.
“You do look like a Zen orgasm master,” Sammy added thoughtfully.
“Davis and I had sex—three times—and it was amazing, and I can’t stop smiling, and my body has that really great “used” feeling today. Like every time I sit down, I think about him and us and last night…”
She trailed off, taking in the open-mouthed gapes of her friends.
“What?”
Sammy collected herself first. “Uh. We’ve just never heard you babble over a sexual experience before.”
“I’m not babbling,” Eden argued.
Layla snorted. “Totally babbling.”
“We’re not making fun of you,” Sammy insisted.
“Maybe a little.” Layla held up her index finger and thumb. “A tiny bit.”
“No more scones for you,” Eden said, flipping her friend off.
“Come on. We’ll behave,” Sammy promised. “Tell us what happened.”
“Did you go all rebel without a clue after your parents threatened to dismember you?” Layla demanded.
“Disown me,” Eden corrected. She hadn’t had any time to check the Blue Moon Facebook group, the gossip mecca for residents. There was probably misinformation out the wazoo in that little corner of the internet.
Layla stared at her for a moment and shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She pulled her wallet out of her back pocket and tossed a twenty in Sammy’s direction.
“Yes!” Sammy snatched up the bill and kissed it.
“What’s this about?” Eden asked, picking up a cookie.
Sammy tucked the money into her shirt pocket. “Ten years ago, I bet Layla that you and Davis would end up together.”
Eden gasped. “You did what? You’re supposed to be my friend.”
“Iamyour friend, and youaredating Davis.” Sammy’s logic was infallible.
“I’mnotdating him,” Eden snapped. “I’m fake dating him to get back at the Beautification Committee.”
Layla held up a finger. “Hang on. You’re fake dating but real banging Davis for revenge?”
When she put it like that, it sounded stupid and immature.
“Is this like when you spite dated Ramesh in high school?” Sammy asked.
“No! It’s not like that,” Eden argued. “I’m an adult now—”
“An adult who is fake dating her next-door neighbor.”
“I want my money back,” Layla said, holding her hand out to Sammy.
“They burned down his house!” Eden realized her mistake a moment too late. Layla’s eyes sharpened. She was all cop now.
“They did what now?”
“It’s just a theory. We don’t have any evidence,” Eden said quickly. Getting half the town arrested for arson wouldn’t do anyone any favors.
