"Well someone looks like they had fun." Shana croons to me, jumping on the bed beside me.
I just groan and throw a pillow over my head. "Go away, Shana." I mumble, my voice muffled under the pillow.
"Is that a handprint on your thigh?" Shana demands in disbelief. "What the fuck were you two doing?"
"Shana." I warn, throwing the pillow off my head to glare at her.
"Oh wow." She mutters blankly, her wide eyes fixated on my neck. "I mean I know I kept saying it but, just… wow." She points a hand at my exposed neck. "He really did try to eat you."
"Shana." I whine, uncomfortable with the topic.
"Sorry but I'm also traumatized here, two of my best friends making out, yeah well, that's pretty traumatic." She says, pushing a hand through my slightly damp hair.
"We're best friends too." I mumble under my breath, red splashing across my cheeks.
