“Wow. That’s some unreal chemistry,” Hammer says. “Seriously,” Hemi agrees. “Is he choking her?” Tally whispers. Tristan drops his hand and steps back. “Sorry. Hi. You look amazing. I brought you flowers.” He thrusts them at me and glances toward the girls, who wear a mix of expressions. Tally looks scandalized, Hemi knowing, and Hammer seems envious.
