Trip is at my shoulder now, though, taking me by the elbow. "Sophia and Bryn are wondering where you ran off to," he says. "Let's dance."

I let him pull me back to the dancefloor, my phone going back into my back pocket. I join the three of them, and we all start dancing together; and I fall into the enjoyment of moving my body, swaying my hips, letting my hands skim down my sides. I have another few drinks...and my head gets fuzzy.

Trip is dancing with Sophia and Bryn, and I end up joining the three of them. Trip is respectful, not touching me...until I ask him to. I put his hands on my hips as we sway to the music, the bass pounding in my ears, and then I imagine that he's Quinn—imagining that Quinn is here with me, touching me, pulling me close. I bite my lip as the sensation flickers over my skin, driving me crazy.

I open my eyes and see Trip.

"I..." I pause. "I've gotta go pee."

"Okay!" he says, totally unperturbed. "No worries."

"Do you want some company?" Sophia asks, grabbing my elbow.

"Sure!" I shout back.

We cut through the crowd toward the bathroom, and the bass recedes as we join the long line to get in. I reach into my pocket to grab my phone as we settle in with a row of other women. Quinn has texted me back—Have a great night, Madison. You deserve it.—and my fingers fly across the touch screen as I respond.

You should come out and join us.

What the hell am I doing?

"Ooh...texting a boy?" Sophia asks, peeking over my shoulder.

I shut off my screen quickly, laughing. "Maybe."

"Did you ask him to come out?"

I nod. "Yep."

My phone buzzes.Where are you?

My heart thunders in my chest. I was convinced he would say no... but this seems promising.

The Schoolhouse in Greenwich, I text back.See you soon?

Sophia is at my shoulder, and I hear her gasp when his name pops up. "Quinn Young?" she asks. "From the White Oak?"

I blush. "Um...yes. Nothing's going on, though. We're just friends."

It's after midnight now. There's no way he's going to come out.

Be there in a few, he texts back.

I hold my phone to my chest, my face flushed as I look back at Sophia. She's got a skeptical look on her face, her lips curled in a smirk.

"You like him," she says.

I close my eyes and sigh. "Yes...I like him. But please don't tell anyone. I shouldn't have even invited him out—"

"You Sterlings and your forbidden fruit," she laughs—and I know she doesn't mean it to, but the comment hurts. "Don't worry, Madison. Your secret's safe with me."

I nod, grateful for her understanding. My eyes flick back to my phone, and I make a decision. I take a deep breath and turn to Sophia.

"Can you cover for me?" I ask. "I want to go outside and wait for Quinn."

Sophia grins, nodding. "Of course. Go get your man."

I roll my eyes, blushing again. "He's not my man."