“His hand is literally in the ass pocket of your jeans.”

Oh, so it is. “Okay, well, maybe you would find our coupledom less annoying if you would give a certain somebody a chance.”

Sabrina rolls her eyes again. I’ve been trying to get her to at least talk to Isabel for weeks, but she’s insisted she has no interest in having anything to do with that group of friends, and she’s been sticking to it. And since Isabel refuses to do any pursuing … “Move on, Skeevy. It’s not happening.”

“Okay, first of all, can everyone stop calling me that? And second of all, she’s Isabel McEvoy. And she wants to put her hand in your ass pocket.” I pause at that and note everyone’s expressions of mild disgust. “I hear how that came out and that is not what I was going for. But you know what I mean. She is literally the hottest girl in this school. How are you not even gonna talk to her?”

“Just to be clear,” says Sabrina, “in college, when you finally have that ‘oh shit, I’m bi’ moment, and try the whole ‘Whaaat? But there weren’t any signs!’ thing, I’m going to direct you back to this conversation.”

“I’m not not feeling threatened,” Salem adds.

I roll my eyes. “I don’t think I enjoy this Grayson twin onslaught.”

“We get that a lot,” they say simultaneously, and I groan, but in truth, it warms me to see them getting along so well, even if it’s a stark reminder that I’m heading home to a very different sibling interaction.

“That is not a happy face,” Sabrina observes, squinting at me. “Are you only just realizing who your boyfriend is? I was afraid this would happen. There’s still time to take it back. I’ll pretend this never happened if you do.”

Salem scratches at his nose with his middle finger, then looks down at me. “Thinking about your sister again?”

“How can I not?” I groan. “What if we just wandered off into the woods? Tell my parents to turn around and go home, would you?”

“You can handle this,” Salem assures me, taking my face in his freezing hands, because of course he refuses to wear gloves. “You are a badass. Sierra’s got nothin’ on you.”

I stand on my toes to press my lips to his, circling my arms around his neck, and there’s another retching sound before Sabrina says, “That is definitely my cue. Happy Thanksgiving, pervs.”

“Bye, Sabs!” I call after her before Salem reclaims me for another kiss, and then another, and then all talk of my sister and going home flees my mind completely as it turns into a full-on makeout.