Page 114 of Sing For Me

“Are you taking a picture of me?” he asks, bemused.

“Yup,” she says, zero shame as she taps at her screen.

“Why? And who are you sending it to?”

“The girls. And Geoff.”

Immediately my own phone starts to ding with incoming messages, and I pull it out, laughing when I see the series of gifs coming in from my friends.

Marissa:*face fanning gif*

Sosie:Hoooooooly shit, girl

Geoff:*fainting gif*

“Either of you care to fill me in?” Will asks.

“Not particularly,” Kat says, typing a response to my friends.

Katherine:RIGHT??? What are we even supposed to *do* with that?

Geoff:Lock it down. Right now. I’m talking sex dungeon in the basement.

We both collapse into giggles, holding onto each other, not even noticing when Will climbs off the couch. He plucks the phone from my hand, reading the text thread.

“I don’t get it.”

I pat his arm. “You look hot, babe.”

“Because I’m sketching?”

“It’s this wholething.” I wave a hand around him, as if to encompass his entire being. “The giant, bearded, tattooed man with reading glasses thing.”

“That’s hot to you?”

“Crazy hot,” Kat agrees.

His gaze flickers over the messages. “What’s this one? From Geoff?”

I peek over his shoulder to read my friend’s last response.

Geoff:Kat, tell your sister to jump up on that D, girl.

I crack up again, finding it difficult to breathe now. “He thinks Eva should molest you,” Kat explains between giggles.

Will’s eyebrow arches up. “Have I told you how smart Geoff is? Definitely my favorite of your friends.”

That sends Kat and I into fresh rounds of giggles and Will shakes his head, grinning at us now. “This is going to be an interesting weekend.”