Page 143 of While You Were Trending

No, my right.

His left.

He’s going the right way.

“Here,” I pant as we reach my door.

He bumps it with his hip, takes two steps in, and we both go down.

I wheeze out all of the air in my lungs as my back hits the floor—correction, the piles of my stuff all over the floor—and Declan grunts, barely catching himself before he squashes me.

Flow huffs out a doggy laugh.

Like we deserve this or something.

Declan lifts his head and looks around. “Holy shit, it really is a mess.”

He’s splayed on top of me.

I’m flopped on top of a pile of clothes and books beneath my back and something else round and hard under my leg.

Flow steps over both of us, then hops up onto the bed while I catch my breath.

Declan snickers.

“It’s worse than usual,” I pant out, holding his body tight to mine, my legs still wrapped around him.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I think there’s a bag of Poly-Fil under the laundry.” I wiggle to get my shoulder blade off of the edge of what’s likely a hardback book, and a latch clicks outside my room.

“Shut the door,” I hiss.

Because that wasn’tmylatch.

Someone else is up.

Declan pushes my door with his foot.

It gets stuck on something—probably a shoe or a mug or?—

He pushes harder, and there’s apop!, then a crunch, then the click of my door latching.

“What the hell was that?” Declan murmurs.

I don’t want to tell him.

I don’t.

But I owe him as much honesty as he’s giving me.

“Probably a bag of potato chips,” I whisper.

“Ginny?” Samantha calls softly. “Everything okay?”

I accidentally smack Declan in the face in my rush to cover his mouth so he doesn’t answer for me. “I’m fine. Flow…tripped. We’re…having a sleepover.”

Declan drops his face to my shoulder again, his shoulders shaking with the kind of silent laughter that has his breath huffing out on my neck.