“Hey,” he says, and wraps his arms around my lower back. I’m trying to keep a respectable distance between us because everyone is watching, but he moves closer, so I’m forced to wrap my arms around his neck. We’re touching all the way from our hips to our chests. I know it’s wrong to be this close, that I’m only torturing myself, but it feels right to be fitted together like this, like we’re matching puzzle pieces. I rest my head on his chest and wish I were tall enough to brush my lips against the soft skin of his neck. He smells familiar, like cut grass, the same way he smelled when he was over me on his bed, his body covering mine. The music is playing soft and slow around us, but I can barely hear it. All I can hear is my heart beating, the blood rushing in my ears. I know if I pull my head back just slightly, I could kiss him. I keep my head locked on his shoulder so I won’t be tempted. I feel suddenly like I’m about to cry. It was so much easier before I realized I loved him. I want to rewind the last few hours and become that girl again.

“Are you having fun?” The sound of his voice is close enough to tickle my ear. I nod my head and bury my nose into his chest. I’m worried he can sense how I feel, that he can read the truth of it on my face.

“I’m going to miss you,” I say, pulling away from him far enough that we can see each other.

“Collins,” he says softly, reaching a hand up to my cheek. He must notice my eyes are watering. “Are you okay?” His expression makes me want to tell him everything.

“I . . .” The words catch in my throat. I know they’re too powerful, that even though they’re just words, their meaning will change everything. They’re words that can’t be unsaid. Besides, what would be the point?

“Keely,” he says, his thumb brushing lightly against the sensitive skin of my cheek. It’s strange to hear my first name from him, and the sound of it feels intimate and personal, like he’s seeing me naked.

“Drew, I—” I start to speak but the music changes to something fast and wild and the thumping beat feels like a slap. I remember suddenly where we are, the people surrounding us. It feels like I’ve been dunked into the cold water of the lake.

“Did that make you jealous?” Danielle asks Andrew, grinning and pulling on his arm. “If I tell you Chase is a better dancer than you, will you be mad?” Before Andrew can answer, Ava comes flying at us, tripping on her heels and using me as support so she doesn’t fall.