Zach’s smile slipped a little, but he nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”

Slipping back into the hallway, it was a little cooler and quieter. Her message read: Bored. U?

At a bar. Dancing with ski instructor. I sent that with a big, goofy smile.

Rly? Where is Kyler?

That knocked the smile off my face. With some chick named Sasha.

We exchanged a couple of texts while I used the girl’s room, and I was happy that I only stumbled a little bit. By the time I was back in the hallway, Andrea wanted to know what else I was planning to do with Zach.

IDK. Dance more?

Show him your Tiya.

“Show him your Tiya?” I said out loud. I couldn’t be that drunk. Shaking my head, I sent her a quick text back saying, Tiya?

A second later: Tits! Damn U autocorrect!

“Oh. Tits. That makes sense,” I mumbled, sliding my phone into my back pocket. Andrea gave such great advice.

“You’re standing by yourself talking about tits?” Kyler asked from behind me.

I gave a little shriek and spun around. “God…”

A sexy half-grin appeared. “I need to keep a better eye on you, if that’s what you talk about when you’re alone.”

Could I just crawl under a bar stool and die? “It’s Andrea.”

He cocked his head to the side. “You’re talking about Andrea’s tits?”

“No. My tits.”

Interest flared in his eyes, darkening the hue. “Well, this keeps getting better.”

I clamped my mouth shut, wanting to physically hurt myself. “No—never mind. I have to go.”

“Go where?” He caught my arm as I brushed past him, bringing me to an unexpected stop. In the cramped hallway, our thighs brushed. He lowered his head, eyes narrowing. A slow grin split his lips. “You’re drunk.”

“I am only a little tipsy.” I tried to pull my arm free, but he held on. “I have to get back to Zach. We were dancing. And he said I was incredibly hot, so I would like to dance with him more.”

“Come again?” he said, eyes widening.

“He said I was hot.” I stared up at him. “What? Does that sound so hard to believe?”

With his free hand, Kyler reached over and tugged my sweater down past my waistline. I squirmed further away. “I’m not saying that. Sasha knows him. Said he’s a creep and I have to agree.”

“Oh.” I started laughing. “Does Sasha know him? How?”

Kyler frowned. “Because Sasha is from here and yes, they used to date or something, Syd. I told you I knew her.”

“I bet you know her, know her.”

His lips pursed and he didn’t respond for a few seconds. “Not like that, Syd. Sasha and I aren’t like that.”