Aurora's eyebrow went up a fraction of an inch. She looked at me with something new in her expression, something warm and private that lived in the space between what she'd allowed me to see before and what she kept locked behind the playful masks she wore for everyone else. The look said: You gave her what she actually needed, not just what she asked for.
I didn't say anything. The moment didn't need my voice in it.
"Well." Aurora set the popcorn down and stretched her arms above her head, the cropped sweater riding up to expose a strip of tanned stomach. "I'm glad my plan worked. You're welcome, by the way. Both of you. I accept gratitude in the form of chocolate, coffee, and future threesome consideration."
"I'm sorry, what?" Addison said.
"Just throwing it out there."
"Aurora."
"For future reference."
"Aurora Fitzgerald."
