She is not

Jake gasps as Janie's eyes dart toward him, and he needs a moment to steady himself as the smell of her that fills the room floods his lungs.

"What now?" she grumbles, moving awkwardly under her blanket in a way that almost looks like she's pulling her hand out from between her legs--but Jake's probably imagining things in the dark.

"I get to sleep here tonight," he answers, with as much confidence as he can muster. "Eric lost another bet. You don't have to go anywhere, though."

"That fucking loser," Janie sighs, rolling over away from Jake and opening up room on half the mattress for him. "Whatever, just don't try anything. You're here to sleep, and that's it."

Jake pulls off his t-shirt and jeans. There's a pair of shorts in his bag that he'd been planning to sleep in, but under the circumstances he thinks he'll be more "comfortable" in just his boxers. He hesitates for just a moment before lifting her comforter and sliding between the sheets.

He lies there for a while, awkwardly staring up at the ceiling. The bed itself is very soft and warm, but he can see the shape of her in his peripheral vision, and the admittedly lame thought I'm in bed with Janie keeps racing through his head. Part of him is listening to her breathing, trying to tell whether she's asleep or not, but judging by how rigidly she's lying on her side he's pretty sure she's as uncomfortable as he is.

"Hey," he whispers up at the ceiling, "you've agreed to some... pretty weird stuff tonight. I just want you to know how much I appreciate it. You've literally made some dreams come true."

The dark shape that is Janie swells for a moment, then deflates again as she takes a deep breath.

"I didn't agree to anything," she huffs. "Eric agreed to it, and I'm just stuck going along."

Then she starts to laugh softly, rolling onto her back again to lie beside Jake. She doesn't look over at him, though; she just stares at the ceiling as well.

"That's the best you could dream of, though? Some dirty panties and pictures on your phone?"

"Those were just the most realistic ones," Jake laughs back. "But I'll take whatever I can get from the most beautiful girl in the world."

Maybe he imagines it, but it feels like the shoulder next to his just got a few degrees warmer. Is she blushing at that compliment?

"Goodnight, Jake," she sighs, and he senses the tension melting away.

"Goodnight, Janie."