“I know how good he looks.” It comes out tight. My teeth feel glued together. Heather nudges me toward the lit-up tree, shooting me a taunting, gray-eyed wink. “Just go for him. You know he can fuck like a—” I shove out of her grip. “I will slap you.” She laughs, and I pluck her bottle from her hand. “I’m taking this as an asshole tax,”
