~Jennie’s~

“You’re really gonna pretend you weren’t the worst dancer at Blair’s launch party?”

Leo’s voice saturates the golden afternoon glow as he lifts his glass and smirks across the lounge.

Reo raises a brow like he’s offended on a spiritual level. “I wasn’t that bad.”

I snort into my drink. “You did that awkward little robot thing. Like your joints were glitching.”

Reo groans, covering his face with his hand. “You said we weren’t bringing that up again.”

Leo leans back on the couch, tie loosened, as that easy grin lights his whole face. “I lied.”

We all laugh. A slow, rich kind of laugh. The kind that comes...