No, I chided myself, I wasn’t going to think about what might happen in this bed tonight. I was going to focus on getting ready for prom. My ears burned anyway. Stupid brain.

“It probably helped that Liam and I are such a new thing. I mean, he’s thoughtful and my mom likes him.” When I said our names together, the words had this umami tang, like I was testing a new flavor. Maybe Mom thought I wouldn’t rush into anything serious with Liam, the same way I refused to choose a mom-approved dress for graduation. The difference was I liked the way Liam felt against me, unlike all of those scratchy dresses.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t have worked with my mom.”

“It’s not like you and Cam are new,” I countered.

“Well, he does sneak out of my house at least once a week.” Pink splotches dappled the sides of her neck. New or not, grumpy or not, Cam was it for Aubrey. “And calling it sneaking is generous. He’s so bulky. I love it, but he’s even less coordinated than me.”

A door slammed somewhere downstairs, followed by a flurry of muffled voices that shook me from my thoughts. This weekend wasn’t about sneaking. I wouldn’t have to hide my beer, I wouldn’t have to hold back with Liam if I didn’t want to, and I wouldn’t have to worry about steering clear of drama. It was prom weekend, and we had super-fancy digs. Tonight was going to be one hell of a rager.

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