“Me and Lance?” I scoffed. “He fucking wishes.” “The two of you did have all of those sleepovers. He drew me to him in a nightmare once and I was filled with excitement when I found you in bed with him, your arms wrapped tight around him, offering comfort, the two of you in a state of undress and-” “Those were platonic sleepovers,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And I was never fucking naked for them-”

