“I don’t,” Sophie counters.

“Well, someone should tell Ryder to stop with all the teeth,” Ava says. “Vampires are only hot in movies.”

We all laugh, but I can’t help wondering why Ava hasn’t said anything to him. But I guess I’m doing the same thing with Dean. Why is it so much harder to be honest about what we want when we’re naked?

“Who are you here with?” Danielle asks Sophie, as if she doesn’t already know. Prescott is too small for mystery.

“Jarrod Price,” Sophie says. “You’re here with Andrew, right?”

“Yeah.” Danielle breaks off a piece of a chocolate muffin and pops it into her mouth. “No hard feelings?” She’s speaking to Sophie but her eyes flick over to me for just a second. I look away.

“My thing with Andrew was ages ago,” Sophie says, then turns her gaze on me. “You’re with that guy Dean, right? He’s so cute.”

“So cute!” Ava repeats, pronouncing the word cayooot, like it has two syllables.

“You’re so lucky.” Sophie is looking over my shoulder to where the boys are, and I turn around to see. There’s no denying how good Dean looks under the flashing lights. He’s taken off his suit jacket and has rolled up the sleeves of his white button-down so that we can all see the tan skin of his arms. I know how it must look to Sophie. Why she thinks I’m lucky.

“Thanks,” I say, trying to feel excited. Mostly I just have a stomachache. I put the muffin down.

“She’s going to get even luckier later,” Danielle says, breaking into a wicked smile. She has a glint in her eye I know means she’s up to something.

“Come on, Danielle,” Hannah says, a warning in her voice that gives me hope she won’t hate me forever.

Danielle ignores her and leans closer to Sophie. “Not everyone gets to lose it at the Walcott.”

Apparently, I’m supposed to keep all her secrets, but she can’t keep mine.

“No way!” Sophie squeals, clapping her hands over her mouth. “Keely, this is so exciting. You’re going to have the best night. Prom night is kind of perfect. Maybe not as perfect as your wedding night, but the next best thing, right? Do you love him?”

Love him? The question is so ridiculous I almost laugh. But Sophie isn’t kidding. She’s looking at me with big, sincere blue eyes. When I don’t answer right away, she blinks and clears her throat.

“I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. It’s fine if you don’t, I just—”

“No, it’s okay,” I say, trying to smile. “I don’t love him. I just want . . .”