Five
“So, I borrowed a dress from Emily,” I say quickly. “She was all excited because she convinced herself I had a date with you—you know how she’s bizarrely obsessed with us getting together …” I roll my eyes.
“It’s in the stars …” Jed says breathily, wiggling his fingers.
“No, Emily isn’t silly enough to believe in astrology,” I correct him. “It’s some personality matrix psychology thing she did, remember? Anyway, I’m getting distracted already. So, she thought we had a date, even though I told her there was someone else coming …”
“Yeah, but he’s just some friend of Jed’s, right?” Emily said. “Jed’s probably just invited him because he’s nervous about being alone with you.”
“Jed and I spend half our lives alone together,” I pointed out, flopping on Emily’s bed. She was already insi
