“Derek, just tell us what happened,” Laura said impatiently. “Were you two making out?”
Derek’s eyes widened like the thought had never occurred to him.
“What? No!” Then he seemed to think that making out was a better cover than whatever had really happened and said, “Yes?”
“Oh my god, just spill!”
Derek exhaled sharply and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he shot the ground the fiercest glare the doctor had ever seen and said gruffly, “We were having a tickle fight.”
And then Laura emitted a strangled high-pitched whine.
She turned quickly and walked away, but they could still hear her burst into laughter when she was around the corner.