“Single her out and talk to her.”
“How do you know if she's interested or if she wants you to move on?” Riley asks, making me widen my eyes and look at him. I bite my lip and look down at the sand, pretending I’m not the least bit interested in his answer and attempting to make myself believe that.
He just shrugs and grins at me before focusing his attention back on Ashford.
“Study her,” Ashford answers. “I figure out what she’s thinking and feeling. She usually won’t come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward me? Does she hold eye contact with me, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Holloway is doing right now?”
I snap my head up as the group chuckles with the exception of Riley. I release my lip from my bite and fold my hands in my lap.
“She’s game,” Ashford continues, bumping my leg again.
For the first time in my life, I feel myself blush. I blame the whiskey as I drink some more.