“They know exactly where you are because they’re staring through the window.” “What?” Whitney turns just as Erin and Serena duck out of sight, and a thud sounds on the porch, followed by an “oww, shit!” “You bitches!” Whitney hollers and turns back to me, wide-eyed and grinning. “Did they see us kiss?” “Yep,” I say without an ounce of shame. “I made sure of it.” “You’re a real shit.” “Worth it.”

