It’s like he knows Jax and I were about to … Well, I’m not quite certain what Jax and I were about to do. Sure, I thought he was going to kiss me, but I could be wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time I did something stupid like thinking a guy was going to kiss me.

One time, when I was in middle school, I had this science partner who was semi-nice to me. We were hanging out during class and laughing about something. Then he suddenly leaned in, and I legit thought he was going to kiss me. All he did, though, was pull a candy wrapper out of my hair. So, not only did I embarrass myself by puckering my lips, but I also apparently had a candy wrapper in my hair for most of the school day.

Story of my life.

“We’re not flushed,” Jaxon lies, and it’s completely obvious.

Hunter makes a big show of rolling his eyes. “Bro, I know you’re lying, but whatever. I’ll let it drop for now, but only because we have a slumber party to plan.” He strolls into the room and plops down on the sofa that’s across from us. “Later, though, I might make us play a game of truth or dare and make you fess up.” He grins, eliciting a sigh from Jax.

Hunter’s smile broadens, and then he slides his gaze to me. “That goes for you, too, beautiful girl.” When my cheeks warm, Hunter looks all too pleased with himself. “You’re blushing.”

“And you’re driving me crazy, BFF,” I retort, trying not to squirm, knowing it will only encourage him more.

He chuckles, his eyes crinkling around the corners.

He’s so gorgeous. Not that I’d ever say that aloud, but in my mind, I’m going to tell myself it over and over again.

His cheeky smile turns into a curious one and, oh my God, I’m so worried he’s going to ask me what I’m thinking. Thankfully, he doesn’t.

“So, what’s the plan with the drink?” Hunter changes the subject, reclining back in the sofa and resting his arm along the armrest.

“She likes coffee flavor the best, so I was thinking this.” Jax slants forward and shows Hunter the screen of his phone.

Hunter glances at the screen then arches a brow. “You know we have none of those things, right?”

“I figured.” Jax leans back into the sofa. “We could always get Benton to pick us up some stuff.”

Hunter glances at a clock on the wall. “That might work. It’s getting late, though. And, at this point, we’ll definitely be going to school late tomorrow, if at all.”

“That’s fine with me,” Jax replies then turns to me. “Only if you’re cool with it?”

I shrug. “I already said I was … But, who’s Benton?”

“Zay’s brother.” Jax flits his gaze toward Hunter, and the two of them trade a funny look.

I look between the two of them. “Why are you guys looking at each other like that?”