“You are so screwed,” Gemma says, shouting in my ear over the music, and I quickly turn my attention to her. “What do you mean?” I ask. “You two can’t keep your eyes off each other.” “It’s not like that,” I say. “April, the sexual tension between you is about as subtle as a boner at church,” Anna yells over the music. “We’re not giving you a hard time,” Gemma says, touching my forearm. “There’s nothing wrong with it. In fact, it’s lovely. I’m just saying you don’t have to deny it anymore. There’s clearly something between you two.”
