Stung, she could only stare at him before shaking her head. “I can’t figure out what you’re worse at these days, playing fiancé or actually being a friend.”

He flinched, and she knew her jab had hit home. But she was glad about it. Something needed to wake him up from whatever was going on with him.

“Look,” she said, gentling her voice, “if you want to publicly announce that we’ve ended it so you can get back together with Elizabeth, just say so. You’re my friend. I’ll be happy for you, no matter what.”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to call it off. Just in time, too,” Clarke said, nodding in the direction of the main lodge area where they’d left Jarod Lanham.

Audrey threw up her hands in exasperation. “All right, Clarke. I give up. I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, but you’re going to have to work through it without me. I don’t know who or what this version of Clarke is, but he’s not my best friend. Let me know when you want to have an actual conversation and go back to being Clarke and Audrey, because this”—she gestured between them—“isn’t working for me.”

Audrey started to brush past him, but he reached out and grabbed her hand, the way he had outside Naomi and Oliver’s. She looked down in surprise at their joined hands, then glanced up at him. He was still scowling, but his expression had shifted into frustration.

“What?” she asked when he said nothing to break the silence and didn’t release her hand. She tried to tug it away, but he tightened his grip.

“Clarke, what—” His expression shifted again, into a look she’d never seen before. She didn’t have a chance to identify it before he pulled her slowly and purposefully toward him, his head dipping down, his lips brushing over hers.

Audrey exhaled at the unexpected kiss, then gasped as his free hand came around to cup the nape of her neck, pulling her all the way against him as his mouth slanted over hers. She kept thinking she’d get used to the jolt at these faux kisses, but this was the third one and she felt a little more confused every time. Confused as to why he tasted so good, why his lips against hers felt like a piece of her life she hadn’t realized she was missing.

Audrey’s hands lifted to his chest, her fingers instinctively gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. He went slightly still, as though surprised she was responding to the kiss, but when he moved again, it was to wrap an arm low across her back until they were pressed together hips to hips, belly to belly. Mouth to mouth.