Savannah clears her throat.
“So, you and Jackson…”
At the smug note in Savannah’s voice, I turn to glare at her as I brush leaves and twigs out of my hair.
“Shut it, you.”
“Does that mean you’re not going to be giving us the lowdown dirty?”
Her voice is so innocent, I glare even harder.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
Savannah doesn’t even try to look sorry as she hooks my arm.
“Nope. Been counting down the seconds.”
I try to pull my arm free, but she holds on tight, and then Talis hooks my other arm.
“So, spill. I didn’t think you guys knew each other, but from the way you were grinding—”
I shush her as I whip my head around to see if Jackson, Dayne, or Jeremy heard.
Behind us, as we trudge back through the forest and to the BBQ we should be having, my eyes lock
