THIRTY-SEVEN
"Please! I can't breathe from laughing so hard!" Melissa gasped.
Jason dropped his voice lower, drawing out each word as he read the paragraph again, trying in vain to imagine the scene the author had described. He was an expert with his tongue, as hundreds of girls had told him, but even he didn't think that was physically possible. He bit his tongue before mentioning that to Melissa, though. She really seemed to like the book.
"I'm going to sleep," he told her. "You can stay there as long as you like. Reading, sleeping, whatever. I don't mind. Not like I need the other bed."
With the practiced ease of a man who could sleep anywhere, Jason drifted off into dreamland.
When day dawned, he found Melissa fast asleep in the other bed, with her ereader pillowed on her chest.
