I stealthily pushed Heather, sending her stumbling right into Zach's arms.
She crashed into him, and he caught her, his body tensing with a mix of shock and thrill.
There they were, the perfect picture of bliss.
I burst out laughing.
This was it, Heather—my old destiny is now yours.
As for me? I'm turning over a new leaf.
My comment broke their cozy moment.
They quickly pulled apart, each looking embarrassed.
Feigning innocence, I asked, "Heather, why'd you have to hug my boyfriend like that?"
Desperate not to look bad in front of Zach, Heather flailed, "It wasn't me—it was you who pushed!"
I fluttered my eyelashes at her innocently, "Why on earth would I push my bestie into my boyfriend's arms? I was only kidding about giving him to you!"
"I did not throw myself at him!"
"No one said you did. Sounds like you're confessing to something, huh?"
"You—!" Heather was seething.
If Zach weren't there, she'd probably have slapped me.
Watching her caught between rage and helplessness was secretly thrilling.
"Alright, enough. Let's drop it, for my sake," Zach chimed in, playing the misunderstood hero caught between two feuding beauties.