I looked down. She still had a tight grip on my hand.

“Uh…could you let go of my hand?” I asked stupidly.

In her singing tangent, she forgot she was holding my hand. She stopped, finally noticed that she was holding and what I just said.

“Why should I?” She said, turning to me, not letting go of my hand.

“Sweaty palms.” I lied.

“I don’t mind sweat.” Helena said, implying something very sexual.

“Well,” I said. “I don’t either.”

Why the hell did I just say that?

Helena raised an eyebrow.

I’m pretty sure that isn’t a twitch…

Our faces were inches away from each other. I was dying to put a hand on her hip, but I know what would happen after that. We were so close to kissing now, and I want to so bad.

She is so hot…

“Where’s Derek?” I asked, ruining everything.

Helena stepped back, looking disappointed.

“He’s in his bedroom, getting ready.”

She looked like she had something to hide.

“I have to get something from there.” I lied, and started walking.

“No!!” Helena stepping in from of me.