I followed the giggling back to the sitting room where Tara and Damon were hunched over something, laughing. Damon pointed at something on the screen and Tara pulled her head back, a loud cackle escaping from my lips. I wondered what was so funny.
"What are you guys looking at?" I asked.
I walked towards them and peered over their shoulders. There I was, a picture of me laughing with chocolate smeared over my teeth. It looked like I'd just eaten shit. I remembered that moment, and how embarrassed I'd felt.
"We swore to keep that secret, Tara," I said.
"Sorry," she shrugged. She looked anything but sorry. I glared at her but she just chuckled.
"Aw, babe. You look so cute," Damon teased.
"Shut up," I said, wagged a finger in his face, and grabbed Tara's phone.
"I'm seizing this," I said.
"You're not my boss," Tara said and shared a glance with Damon. "He is."
They shared a look and busted out laughing like they had some funny secret.
