“Open the door, Shannon,” Darren demanded, banging loudly. “Right now.” “Fuck off,” Johnny mouthed, giving my bedroom door the middle finger. “Asshole.” Stifling a giggle, I darted off the bed and pushed open my bedroom window. “You can climb out here.” “I can’t jump down,” Johnny hissed, gesturing to his crotch. “My dick.” Now I did laugh—loudly. Johnny narrowed his eyes. “It’s not funny, Shan. I only just got it back working.” “He’ll kill you if you go out the door,” I mouthed back at him.
