I use the restroom and wash my hands. Three women are waiting in the hallway when I open the door. They all give me annoyed looks before one rushes in. I guess my emotional turmoil took longer than I thought. Or they saw Gray leave and think we made a mess of the restroom. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to lose my virginity in a bar restroom before. This is the only time I would have gone through with it.

I hurry back to the booth, worried Noah or Sloane might have noticed how long I was gone for. But everyone is busy drinking and joking when I slip back into my empty spot. There’s no sign of Gray.

Sloane glances over when I take a seat beside her. Her face is flushed from dancing. “Everything okay? You were gone for a while.”

“Fine.” I force a smile. “Long line. Like always.”

She nods.

“Had your fill of dancing?” Without meaning to, I echo Gray’s earlier question and immediately wish I could shove it back into my mouth. It’s an unwelcome reminder of what just took place.

Sloane swirls the amber liquid in her glass and sighs. “Yeah. Those guys watching us were less promising than Todd.”

“Todd?”

She sips some whiskey, then nods to her phone. “Surfboard guy.”

I roll my eyes, and Sloane smiles. Of course his name is Todd.

For a split second, I consider telling her about Gray. Not now—because Sloane has never been one to react subtly and Noah is sitting a few feet away. But then I spot Gray leaning against the bar, talking to the blonde waitress. She rubs his arm as she leans forward to whisper to him. He doesn’t move away; he says something back.

Emmett’s spotted them too. He shakes his head with a grin. “Phillips is going to get that poor girl fired. He can’t wait to get laid until the end of her shift?”

Harrison chuckles. “Poor girl? She’s all over him.”

I rub at a puddle of condensation on the table and study my empty glass like it’s a work of art. Jealousy unfurls in my stomach, along with distaste and disgust. Noah and Sloane are watching the flirtfest unfold now too. I have nothing else to focus on.

“We’re never going to get refills,” Harrison grumbles.

“I’m kinda worried about him,” Emmett states. “He’s been…intense ever since he got back on Wednesday. Surfing at the crack of dawn. Drinking. He brought two girls home last night. Haven’t seen him do that since college.”

“Dude.” Noah nods toward me and Sloane meaningfully.

Emmett and Harrison shut up. I don’t even care if that means they think we can’t handle hearing about sex.