He gestures to the guy beside him. “You know Shane, right?” “Not officially.” I stick out my hand. “I’m Gigi.” Shane’s handshake lingers, as does his seductive gaze. “Short for Gisele, right?” I snatch my hand back and glower at Ryder. “Actually, no. Not at all. Prom king over here is just an ass.” Shane starts to laugh. “Aw, look at that,” he says to his friend. “You two have your own inside jokes. How adorable.”
