"You're hot." Leah sighed. "Stop primping and let's go."
"I'm not primping." I said, spraying one last bit of hair spray to security my hairdo. "I just happen to be taking awhile."
"You're hopeless." Smoothing the skirt of her deep red dress, she asked, "What is James to you?"
The hair spray bottle dropped out of my hand. Scrambling to pick it up, I stuttered, "W-what do yo-ou mean?"
"Was he your boyfriend? Were you two friends-with-benefits?" I choked. "Friends-with-benefits it is."
"It's not like that."
"'Is?'"
"Wasn't." Slipping on a pair of witchy Victorian boots, I met Leah's eyes. "It's really complicated. Don't give me that look! There's some things about him and me that I'm keeping a secret, but I wouldn't do that unless it was absolutely necessary."
"Like his name?" She looked slightly peeved.
"Yeah." Fingering our key card, I apologized. "I'm sorry, I really am. I could just be extremely paranoid but I don't want to chance it. I trust you, but not those who could force answers out of you."
"I get it. I don't like it but I get it."
We both jumped at a knock on our door.
Leah peered through the peep hole. "It's hot and hotter."
"Alexander being hotter."
"Of course."
'James' shifted awkwardly when we opened the door. "Hi."
"Hi." I said, mirroring him.
"Hi." he repeated.
"Hello." I changed it up.
Lightly kissing Leah's knuckles, Alexander offered her his arm. "Shall we be off? Or would you two rather stay here?"
My body lit on fire at the mere mention of us being alone. Together. In my room. For an extended period of time. Without having to worry about potential plot twists.
Anything could happen.
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