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“Cool. Yes.” My voice comes out almost normal, which is a triumph, considering I’m currently imagining that exact shower from earlier except with him in it and more nudity. “Great idea. Very post-game of you.”

His gaze cuts to mine, and I look away first before he heads down the hall. A few minutes later, water starts running from the ensuite while I stand here, still wearing his name and holding my phone, hoping it might offer counsel. It buzzes almost immediately.

Lulu: WELL?

Zoe: Don’t answer her.

Lulu: ANSWER MEEEE

Nia: I’m gonna need context

Lulu: The context is HIS HAND WAS IN HER HAIR.

Nia: Viktor’s? Was this at the game?

Zoe: Yes. And Lulu has follow up questions but none are dignified

Lulu: AND THEN HE KISSED HER LIKE HE WAS TRYING TO GET HER PREGNANT THROUGH HER MOUTH.

I choke on my own saliva.

Me: Jesus Christ, Lulu.

Carina: Home safe?

Finally. A normal person.

Me: Yep.

Carina: Great. So how was the kiss? Was there tongue?

Never mind.

Me: You’re supposed to be the sensible one.

Carina: I’m a doctor, Heidi. I require complete clinical information.

Zoe: Visually, I’d give it a nine.

Lulu: TEN. EASY.

Zoe: You give everything a ten.

Lulu: Not true. I gave Reid’s no-moustache phase a four.

Nia: There was a no-moustache phase?

Carina: We don’t talk about it.

I press my lips together, fighting a smile.

Me: It was just a kiss. For the act.

Zoe: That statement has consequences, trust me.

Lulu: The act of loooooove

Nia: How long was this supposed “just a kiss”?