I just stared at her until she rolled her eyes and said, “Okay, you got really pale and looked like you were gonna hurl. I thought you might faint there for a second.” Then her face brightened and she sat up straighter. “Oh, my God, you so should have fainted, and then Cal could have caught you, and, like, carried you up the stairs.” She punctuated that last bit with a little squeal and clutched my arm.
“I liked you so much more when you were sulky and angsty, Jenna.”
She just kept grinning and wriggling around the bed like a four-year-old until I laughed. Shoving the covers off of me, I begrudgingly said, “Okay, I admit that the image of Cal carrying me up that fancy staircase is . . . nice.”
Jenna gave a happy sigh. “It is, isn’t it? And I don’t even like dudes.”