I watched them walk off, then gathered up the shopping bags Bee had left with me and trudged out to the parking lot.

To my surprise, David’s car was parked outside my house, and when I came in, Mom glanced up from the couch.

“There you are. David’s in your room. Said the two of you had some kind of school project to work on?”

“Oh, right,” I said, hanging my purse on the coatrack by the door next to my dad’s truly heinous University of Alabama jacket. “Totally forgot, I was out shopping with Bee.”

“Hope my American Express isn’t smoking,” Mom joked, and I pulled a face behind her back. I had indulged in a fair amount of retail therapy today.

As I jogged up the stairs, Mom called, “Door open, please!” and I rolled my eyes even as I called back, “Yes, ma’am!”

My parents had gotten pretty lenient with me and Ryan, I guess because they’d had a long time to get used to him. But something about David had made them hypervigilant on the propriety front, which was ironic, seeing as how me and David weren’t... doing those things yet. I mean, we wanted to, and it’s not like the subject hadn’t come up, but the timing had never been right, and now with the trials and the Ephors, I wasn’t sure when exactly things would get all consummated.

Certainly not now while my parents were downstairs, though. Gross.

When I pushed open my door, David was sitting in my desk chair, spinning idly. He stopped when he saw me, holding up his phone.

“So apparently you and Ryan caused a scandal at the Pine Grove Galleria today?”

Groaning, I dropped to the end of my bed. “It’s already on Facebook?”

“Yup.” He was looking at me from over the rims of his glasses, eyebrows raised. It was a familiar expression, and I’d always thought it was cute, but today, I wasn’t sure what it meant, exactly.

With an exaggerated wince, I leaned back and put my hands over my face. “That is so embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as your shirt.”

I heard the chair creak and then felt something nudge my knees. When I lifted my hands, David was leaning over me, his hands braced on either side of my head. There was still some space between us, but if my parents had walked in right then, well, let’s just say David probably wouldn’t have been allowed in my room anymore.

I didn’t care. I let my hand rest on the back of his neck as he nuzzled the underside of my jaw.

“I happen to like this shirt.”