Downstairs, I pull the guys aside. “Shh…” I hush, pointing upstairs, continuing in a low voice. “Can you do me a favor and not question Stacy about that weird scene? She’s not feeling well and ashamed of what transpired.”
“She should be after crawling into bed with us,” Jude says.
“What!”
“She was acting like a s**t, pressing her body against both of us. Until I saw her face, I swore someone had gotten into the room.”
“Sluts a bit harsh, Jude,” Mitchell retorts.
“Well, I call it as I see it.”
“I can’t believe it.” Stacy will be devastated. “Guys, you know she’d never provoke you. It was just a prank. Maybe New Orleans has gone to her head. Let’s not mention it anymore. She’s too embarrassed.”
“I’m mum. But you’ve gotta admit that was weird as hell for Stacy,” Mitchell replies with a
