Jack shoots me a look, his eyes hooded, the wine-fueled lust obvious even from the opposite side of the couch. I squirm a little in my seat, my clothes suddenly feeling too tight, my skin buzzing with tension and anticipation. I bite my lip, feeling pretty sure I shouldn’t bound right over Gemma and jump on top of him, but also not totally ruling out the possibility.

Jack clears his throat and stands, adjusting his jeans before begging off for the night. He gives me a parting look that lets me know I could definitely sneak into his room later and put an end to this months-long standoff.

Apparently all I needed to do this whole time was get the man drunk on wine and chocolate.

“Oh god, not you two, too. Where the fuck am I going to sleep?” Gemma elbows me in the ribs.

I elbow her right back. “Nothing is happening tonight, calm down.”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m pushing hard for this hookup, but not while I’m in the next room, yeah?”

I turn up the TV, shifting my focus to the Sanderson sisters and away from the hot piece of ass who just vacated the room. “I’m beginning to think you’re right.”

“Obviously.” She sits up straight on the couch. “About what?”

“Maybe I’m not completely selfish, because did you see what just walked out of here?”

She smacks me in the head with a pillow. “I saw a man who’d wait for you until the end of time, so take it easy over there.” Her arm drapes across my shoulders and I expect her to pull me into a headlock, but instead, she tucks us both underneath the soft blanket she’s cuddled under. “And I’m happy for you. Because you, my beautiful, giving, totally-not-selfish-but-still-kind-of-an-asshole friend, deserve nothing less.”