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“Sure,” Mike says, sounding indifferent.

Robin gasps. “Really? Oh my God, what are you going to sing?”

“How about ‘Breaking Free’ from High School Musical?” Kora says, jumping up and down.

“Or that one song from Grease? I can’t remember the name, but I’m sure you know which one I am talking about.” Robin points at us.

“No, I don’t like that one.” Kora shakes her head.

“Oh my God, what about ‘Barbie Girl’ by Aqua?”

“Who’d be Barbie and who’d be Ken?” Kora asks, clearly excited.

Mike covers his face with one hand, and I laugh.

“Hmm,” Robin says, twisting in my arms. She looks back and forth between me and Mike until her gaze settles on me. “I think Hayden would make an excellent Barbie.”

I tilt my head down to look at her, her piercing-green eyes full of mischief, and I don’t think I could ever say no to her. “Anything for you,” I murmur, and I kiss her temple.

Robin gives me a shy smile, her cheeks slightly reddening in the dark.

“If you guys go through with it, I will take back what I said about Mike,” Kora says, a challenge written across her face.

“What did you say about me?” Mike’s eyes bore into hers.

“Nothing.” Kora blows him a kiss.

Mike turns to me. “Do I want to know?”

“Probably not.”

“Hey, Kora,” Robin chimes in. “Is that guy you’re seeing coming?”

“No, I think he’s hanging out with someone else tonight.”

“What?” Robin sounds outraged.

“It’s fine. We’re not exclusive or anything.” Kora shrugs, seemingly indifferent.

Next to me, Mike shakes his head slightly with a look of disapproval.

I can barely focus on their conversation. My thoughts keep drifting to Robin and the way she fits perfectly against me. Her head is low enough for me to rest my chin on it, her body vibrating against mine every time she laughs. She and her best friend together are something else. I get sucked back into the conversation when I hear my name.

“Will Hayden be able to let go of you when it’s your turn to sing?” Kora asks, and Mike snorts into his beer.

“It’ll be hard, but I’ll survive somehow,” I say, rubbing tiny circles on Robin’s stomach with my thumb.

“You know,” Robin says, her tone mock serious as she looks up at me. “God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers.”

I snort. I lower my head to her ear and whisper, “You’re not a good girl tonight.” I nibble on her earlobe and she shrieks, squirming to get away from me, but I hold her hostage against my chest.

“Stop,” she says, giggling and trying to elbow me in the side, but I evade her.

She wiggles in my grasp, so I capture her chin with my left hand and bend down to brush my lips against hers. The fight immediately leaves her body, and she goes limp against me. I meant to only give her a quick kiss, but she surprises me by deepening it.

It doesn’t turn into a full make-out session. We’re both still aware that we’re in public, but when we break apart and she looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes, I debate dragging her into the storage room to rip her clothes off.

“You’re breathtaking,” I murmur, my nose inches from hers.