“No, I’m good,” I call out, dying a slow, humiliating death right there on the couch. “Have a good night, Zach!” But then Zoey comes and grabs my arm. “Come on, be nice to your neighbor,” she says, eyes glinting with mischief. Then before I even realize what’s happening, she pushes me out into the hall with Zach. The door slams behind me. Then it locks. Leaving me alone in the hall with my formerly hairy, now totally hottie, neighbor. Zach smiles. “Girls’ night?” “Something like that.”
