I tilted my head, considering it. "It might be pretty hot too, and something might spill and stain her bed."
Erica began to tremble where she sat.
Her hands tightened on the edge of the table, fingers pressing into the wood. Her face had flushed a deep red, spreading from her cheeks down to her neck.
She opened her mouth, closed it again, and said nothing.
Aria was blushing deeply and gulping on her beer in one long pull, her throat working as she drained the glass without stopping for air.
She set it down with a heavy thunk and immediately reached for the pitcher to refill it.
Maria suddenly started playing with her nails, eyes fixed on her own hands, examining each finger like it held the secrets of the universe.
She turned her hand this way and that, catching the lamplight, and didn't look up.
Sophia's face had gone the full color of a red tomato. She stared at me without blinking, her lips slightly parted, her whole body frozen in place.
