Chapter 185

"—a giant cookie, a slice of pizza, that sort of thing." I grin as Tristan looks at me like I'm crazy. "Trust me: I went as a living macaron cookie last year. It can be done tastefully. We'll find you something. Besides, you're the one who said you wanted to present a united front to the other students. What better way than dressing alike for Halloween?"

Tristan doesn't say anything else, but I can see him contemplating over there, the wheels and cogs in his mind spinning.

Everyone goes quiet for a while, but I can feel Zack watching me, reading far too much into me sitting on Zayd's lap.

It's just sort of a thing he does, has always done. But when I think about it, it is kind of … intimate. I turn my gaze over to Zayd, my arms wrapped around his neck, and I find that we're really close. Close enough to kiss.

I bite my lower lip and look away.

Windsor breaks the tension by discussing Halloween and his plans for a party at his place. Usually we have it a