Page 54 of The Pinkie Pact

Her eyes lit up. "Ooh, you totally scored with that one."

"Absolutely. That's huge. It kind of makes up for the fact that he's a complete slob."

"Ew, gross." She wrinkled that adorable nose.

Shaking my head, I sighed. "Yeah, stacks of pots and pans in the kitchen that have beensoakingfor months probably."

She laughed, striking me right in the chest, and I joined in with her.

"It's just temporary," I added, realizing she might not want to ever come over if she thought it was that gross.

"Do you have your own bedroom at least to hide out in?"

"I do, thank God, or I would have kept looking."

"I'm jealous," she said with a sigh. "That's the only thing I miss about home."

"Oh, so sharing a bedroom with my sister isn't exactly the highlight of your college experience?"

She giggled again, her eyes bright, making it hard to breathe. "No. Not quite the highlight." She leaned closer to me, and I stopped breathing completely. "Don't tell her this. But she talks a lot in her sleep."

I burst out laughing. "I'd forgotten about that. But yeah, when we'd go camping or stay in a hotel or something as kids, she'd do that. And sometimes, she'd even yell at me in her sleep. Scared the crap out of me."

Those amazing eyes of hers lit up even more as she laughed again. "I believe it."

The band wrapped up their song and began playing the first few notes of "Waiting in Vain." Finishing up her drink, Sky set her empty glass on the bar and glanced up at me, an uncertain look in her eyes.

"Do you want to dance?" she asked.

Um, did I want to dance? My mind reeled, wondering exactly what she meant. Did she mean in general? Or did she mean actually dancing with her? Because if she did, I just might die right now. But I'd die happily at least.

"I mean, you don't have to..." she said.

Oh, shit. The girl had asked me to dance, and I'd hesitated, getting all up in my own head.

"I'd love to," I finally managed to answer her as I chugged back the rest of my drink.

She flashed me a relieved smile, and I followed her to where the crowd was dancing closer to the stage. Ending up near my sister and Bear, I said hi to them both, feeling awkward as hell and wondering what to do.

Just last week, I had seen her dancing with Bear's arms around her. I hadn't actually seen them kiss, but they'd certainly looked very comfortable together.

I noticed Bear moving to the other side of my sister, giving us some space. This whole thing was so damn weird, and I realized if I wanted to actually get to know Sky, I needed to come up with some kind of plan that didn't involve my sister or this Bear guy being around. I needed to be alone with Sky... in a place where we could actually talk.

God, I was in my head again.

Sky stood beside me, playing with one of her bracelets as she swayed to the music, her eyes on the lead singer. Should I be making the first move here? Did she expect me to dance with her like Bear did? Or was that too forward?

The words of the song hit me just then about a guy literally waiting in vain for a girl's love that he'd been after since the very first time he saw her. Hopefully, it wasn't some kind of metaphor for what was going on between us.

As I thought about that and watched the band, I felt an arm go around my back and a hand land on the side of my waist.

Sky leaned up close to my ear. "Stop thinking so much."

I couldn't get over the heat of her breath on me and the feel of her arm around me. Desire pounded through my body as I fought it back.

Finally, the words she'd spoken sank in, and I realized she had once again nailed it. Overthinking was a major problem of mine. It was fine for law school but not so much for all the other aspects of my life.

So I took a deep breath and stretched my own arm out, awkwardly letting it hang in the air for a second as I hesitated. But then, remembering her words, I put my arm down on her upper back, my hand resting on her shoulder.

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