Ethan's POV
"Next Friday?" I croaked, my mouth suddenly dry.
"Mhmm." Hannah pressed against me, her breath hot against my ear. "She says he's gone all out. Must really care about her."
My mind raced through possible solutions, each one more impossible than the last. Cancel the party? Come clean to both of them? Fake my own death and move to Mexico?
"That's great." I managed to get out, my voice only cracking slightly. "Really great."
Hannah's fingers played with the collar of my shirt. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Just brain freeze from the ice cream." I forced a smile, though it probably looked more like a grimace. "Hey, maybe we should head back to my place? I can think of better ways to spend the evening than discussing parties."
Hannah's fingers traced lazy pa
