Making Out by Megan Stine

Author:Megan Stine
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin USA, Inc.

Chapter 15

The restroom was down a long carpeted hallway in a quieter wing of the hotel, just out of the way enough to make Heather feel slightly like a stalker, but at the same time, private enough to give her the impression she and Katie were alone.

The heavy, dark mahogany door with Ladies etched in a shiny brass plate swung shut before Heather reached it, so she had to push it open again after Katie went in.

There she stood at the long mirror, glowing even more in the soft restroom lighting, surrounded by the scroll-and-gilt-edged mirror, golden sconces, and marbled everything. She was leaning forward slightly to look at a jeweled clip in her hair. Something was tightly clutched in her left hand.

Heather took only a few steps into the room, then froze. She didn’t need to pee. She didn’t need to comb her hair or fix her lip gloss or check for spinach in her teeth. She had come for only one reason . . . to see how it would feel to be this close to Katie Morgan on prom night.

“Hi.” Katie smiled as their eyes met in the mirror.

Heather’s heart picked up speed. They were alone, she was pretty sure about that. Or at least, the stalls were quiet, and it seemed like the place was empty. Her pulse quickened in a way she hadn’t felt since The Moment in New York when Serena Moss put her arm around Heather’s shoulders.

Only this was better. Because this was Katie. This was what prom night was all about—standing behind the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen. The one. Alone together.

“Hi,” Heather said, frozen still.

Katie turned slightly and opened her hand to show Heather what she was holding. It was the delicate pearl necklace—the tiniest strand of perfect little beads Heather had ever seen. “My necklace came undone,” Katie said. “Can you fix it?”

“Sure.” Oh my God, was this really happening? Was she really alone with Katie Morgan, helping her put her necklace back on? The sounds of music and prom-goers and laughter just barely filtered through the thick door. It seemed like everything outside that bathroom was just a dream.

“It’s a tricky clasp,” Katie said, turning back to face the mirror so that Heather could hook the necklace from behind.

Heather’s hands were almost trembling. She reached around Katie’s neck and grasped the two ends of the necklace, one piece in each hand. Her breath felt shallow. Her mouth was so close to Katie’s hair. She felt so light-headed, she could barely keep her eyes focused on the reflection of the necklace in the mirror . . .

“Oops.”

The strand of pearls slipped from Heather’s left hand and dangled down into the cleavage of Katie’s dress.

Katie giggled, her eyes still locked on Heather’s in the mirror. She didn’t move, she didn’t even flinch. What did she expect Heather to do? Get it?

Okay. If that’s what she wanted . . .

Heather reached forward, toward Katie’s plunging neckline. Her arm brushed Katie’s shoulder, and Heather felt her own face glow with a kind of heat that made her feel like she might pass out.

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