Chapter Fourteen
“So, what’s up with you and Mauro?” I ask, my tequila laced breath blowing down on Skylar.
We’re tucked in the pantry with a party roaring to life outside. I don’t even remember how we ended up in here alone. I think she came in looking for a snack and I followed like a lost puppy.
“Why do you care?” She sways slightly but grips the wire racks before losing her balance.
I’d catch her if she was falling, but she probably doesn’t believe I would.
“Because you’re my friend.”
She rolls her eyes.
“What’s that?” I point to her eyes. “You’re always rolling your eyes at me lately.”
She lightly shoves me away, her hand moving to the pantry door. “Don’t.”
“Sky?” Her name coming as more of a plea in my tone. “What’s the problem?”
She whips around, and I almost forgot how sn
