Five
A delicious warmth slips across my body.
A girl steps out from behind the thin curtains-almost as thin as they are. She's very tall, her eyes a pale blue, her black hair pulled into a messy ponytail.
"My fiery crush!" she squeals, running toward Sam.
She stands on tiptoe, hugs him, and plants a sticky kiss dangerously close to the corner of his mouth.
Sam smiles awkwardly, trying to play it off. A boiling wave rises up my throat. My ears ring. The world around me disappears.