I jerk back around, looking at her. What?
People move around the bonfire, the song drifting out of the big speakers propped up in truck beds around the lot. But the song is slow. They’re all close.
I shake my head. “No.”
But she just grabs my hand anyway and drags me over to the bonfire. I stumble to keep up, trying to pull out of her hand.
“Hey, stop,” I bark.
I don’t dance well.
Turning around, she takes my waist and pulls me in, and I shove her off, but she’s too quick. She grabs the knot my shirt is tied in and jerks me into her, my damn neck nearly getting whiplash.
I bare my teeth, feeling my stomach rub against hers where her white tank has ridden up.
“It’s okay.” She smirks down at me. “I know you’re straight.”
She moves, swaying her hips and grinding on me a little, and my heart is pounding out of my damn chest as my feet shift to keep myself from falling.
“Yeah, how do you know?”
“You’re saying there’s a chance you’re not?” she asks, teasing me.
I roll my eyes.
“You shouldn’t be,” she says. “I’m a lot safer than a guy. At least, I can’t get you pregnant.”
I can’t help it. A laugh escapes, and I relax a little.
But not too much.
“Why don’t you cut the act?” I tell her. “You’re doing this to get Kaleb’s attention.”
A little girl-on-girl action, which he’ll certainly notice, because she’s trying it with someone who lives in his house.
I take a glance around. He’s probably not even here anyway. I haven’t seen him since he parked his bike. Probably hitched a ride home with someone else.
She drops her hands to my waist and comes in, her nose nearly brushing mine.
I don’t know why, but I stand my ground, unflinching.
“It takes a lot more than this to get his attention,” she threatens in a low voice. “Are you available later?”
I look away, knowing exactly what she’s hinting at.
I shake my head clear. I’m not letting Kaleb pop my cherry in a threesome. I’m not letting Kaleb do anything ever again, in fact.
“You heard the fight in the cave,” she whispers in my ear. “You were eavesdropping.”
Was I?
“You followed us,” she taunts, “because you want him, too. You were jealous.”
I quirk a smile, swaying to the music as I slide my arms up and around her neck.
Enough.
I lean into her ear. “I didn’t even know you were back there,” I whisper. “I was hiding, because I was touching myself in the water.”