I press my lips together and lean my head against her shoulder. “I’ll be careful next time, mother hen.”
She scoffs. “I seriously don’t get the hype around alcohol. It tastes awful.”
I nuzzle into her neck and she squirms, laughing. “Alcohol is elite, Katy.”
Which is exactly why I’ll probably end up drunk tonight. I owe Jessy big-time for ditching him yesterday, and what better apology than bad drinks and messy dancing? Mostly, I just don’t want to think about Justin. About last night. About anything.
“Since you feel like crap,” Katy murmurs, leaning closer, “this is probably the worst time to tell you about Braydon and me.”
I lift my head from her shoulder and squint at her. She’s blushing so hard it’s almost embarrassing, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she’s hinting
