I took a cinnamon roll and waved it under her nose.
“Mmmm,” she said, her eyes still closed. I waved it around some more, totally amused that I was messing with her dreams.
“AAAH!” I screamed as Rayna’s head zipped forward and she chomped down on the roll.
“Excellent!” she said, sitting up. “Thanks!”
“Rayna! You almost bit my finger off!”
“You asked for it.” She took another bite. “Mmmm. Oh my God, this is totally better than sex.” She looked at me pointedly. “Would you agree?”
“Whoa, subtle much?”
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She knew it was the right thing to say, but her eyes were so clearly dying to know that I laughed out loud. I actually wanted to talk about it now, just to keep it alive in my head.
I told her everything. Watching her reactions was like watching a silent movie: Her face registered every detail in IMAX-size emotions.
“Am I allowed to have a moment of “ew” for my poor deflowered passenger seat?” she asked when I was finished.
I winced and buried my head in my hands. “Um…yeah.”
“Thank you.” She paused a moment, then grinned and burst out, “Clea, oh my God!!”
“I know. I know.”
“So what happens now?”
“We go to Tokyo, just like we’d planned.”
“What about Ben?” she asked. “Are you going to tell Ben?”
I looked at her like she was crazy.
“Hello! Not like everything you told me, just-are you going to let him know you’re together?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t think so…”
“You really think you’re going to be able to hide it?

Autore: Hilary Duff