Faelan nodded once. “Then I suppose we’ll see if he answers.”
Meanwhile, Callie was staring at me.
Hard.
Watching the way I looked at Faelan.
I dropped my gaze to my cup and tried to act normal.
“Uh-huh,” she said, not fooled in the slightest. “So when were you gonna tell me that you and Faelan already hooked up?”
I nearly choked on my wine. “Geez, Callie—lower your voice.”
She didn’t. “Am I wrong?”
I couldn’t even lie. The heat crawling up my neck would have betrayed me. Even in the dark.
Bethany leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “Wait—really?”
I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. “I didn’t think it was worth announcing to the entire gathering, thanks.”
Callie looked entirely too pleased with herself. “Oh my god. You never do random hookups. Was it good?”
“Callie.”
She gave me a smug grin. “It was good.”
“That is not the point.”
Bethany tilted her head, glancing toward Faelan, who stood by the bonfire now, looking impossibly at ease while Randy flailed his way through the ritual. “So why aren’t you over there talking to him?”
I froze.
Callie nudged me with her shoulder. “Yeah. Why aren’t you?”
“Because,” I said automatically.
Callie arched a brow. “Because?”
Because I don’t know what he wants. Because I don’t know what I want. Because I can still feel his hands on me—still feel himinsideme, driving me to peak after peak—and I don’t know how to go back to normal after that.
“I don’t want to be weird about it.”
Callie snorted. “You’re already being weird about it. Are you just gonna hang back like a wallflower at a junior high dancewhen you could bedancingwith the guy who clearly makes your heart go pitter-patter?”
Bethany nodded. “If you’re thinking about him this much, you might as well talk to him.”
Callie gave me a pointed look. “Unless you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
Callie grabbed my solo cup and nudged me toward the fire. “Then go.”
6
Faelan
The man called Randy was talking.
