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“No, it’s cold.” He dodged away from me and lay down on the bed.

I lay down beside him and put the icepack back on his head.

He groaned.

“You’ll thank me later.”

“No I won’t,” he said.

“You will.” I brushed some of his hair off his forehead.

He sighed. “Of all the people you could date. Why would you date my best friend?”

“We’re all best friends,” I said.

“Not now.”

I swallowed hard as I stared up at the star on my ceiling. I didn’t want everything to change. But Axel was right. I was worried it already had. “We’ll always be best friends. All four of us.”

We were both quiet for a few moments.

“Your text made it seem like you were jealous tonight,” Axel said. “Were you?”

“About George?”

“Georgia.”

“I’m not jealous of George. I don’t even think you were with her.”

“Yes I was. I’ll draw a portrait next time so you’ll believe me.”

“Please don’t.”

He laughed and the icepack fell off his head.

I readjusted it for him.

“You can change into that silky number again. I’ll watch.” He laughed.

“You mean you won’t watch?”

“Isn’t that what I said?”

I laughed. “No. It wasn’t.”

Axel slowly turned his head to me. “I’m not your big brother,” he said.

“Or my cousin. I know.”

“You’re pretty even when you’re torturing me.”

“Stop saying that.”

“Why?”

I stared into his eyes. I so badly wanted him to actually think I was pretty. And every time he said it, it killed me a little. “Because you’re drunk and you don’t mean it.”

“But you are torturing me.”