He smirks and instead of answering pulls out his phone. Like with Jordan, I have to lean in close to hear it. As the music plays I can see how it affects him, getting him pumped up. But unlike when I was this close to Jordan, I’m acutely aware of everything about Heath. The way he smells like soap and something masculine—sandalwood, I think. The fit of his shirt, tight around his chest and biceps but looser at his tapered waist. And the way my body reacts—heart racing and breathless.

Friends schmends. I want to kiss him again.

When the song ends, he pockets his phone and leans back, and I can think a little clearer without him so close. I push my chair back and stand. “I’m going to use the restroom.”

I catch Dakota’s gaze as I walk by the table and motion for her to come with me. She and Reagan tail me into the ladies’ room.

“What’s up? You were flashing panic eyes. Do you need a tampon?” Dakota asks as she checks herself in the mirror.

Reagan sets her giant purse on the counter and pulls out a tampon.

I wave her off. “No, I’m good.”

Next, she pulls out lip gloss which I take.

“I like Heath,” I admit after I swipe on the shiny pink gloss.

Dakota snorts. “Duh. What’s the problem?”

“We’re friends. He’s one of my best friends here. He’s already told me that he isn’t interested in dating me. If I make a fool of myself, then I’ll have to stop hanging out with you guys, and that would be a real bummer.”

“First of all, we’re not going anywhere. Second, don’t be a pussy.” Dakota meets my gaze in the mirror.

My mouth tingles and I rub my lips together. “What is this gloss?”

“Lip plumper,” Reagan says, putting it back in her purse and pulling out mascara and adding a coat to her lashes.

“It stings. Holy crap.” I grab a paper towel and wipe it off, but the burn only subsides a little. “That’s awful. Do you have something else that will dull the pain?”

Reagan hands me another gloss, this one I inspect more closely before applying.

Dakota holds out her hand for the lip plumper. “I like the pain,” she announces as she puts it on, turning so her back rests against the counter. “Listen, if you’re sure that nothing is going to happen between you and Heath, then stop torturing yourself.”

“She’s right,” Reagan says. “You guys spend a lot of time together which makes it hard to get over him.”