Yes.

“I’d like that,” you hear yourself saying. “If you want to, I mean.”

“Oh I think she wants to,” Grace says, claiming her place as possibly the best unasked-for wingwoman ever.

“Okay, fine!” Sarah says, her face bright red. “Yes, let’s just go, already.” She jumps out of the pool and starts walking inside. Another look from Grace prompts you to start moving too, following Sarah inside and drying off next to her.

“Look,” you say. “We don’t have to do anything. I don’t want you to do this because you feel like they want it.” You might come to rue those words, but you feel like you have to say them.

“No,” she says. “I want this. Maybe not exactly the way it happened, but I guess if that’s what it took, then it’s whatever, I guess." She meets your eyes. "But I do want this. I guess I didn't realize you wanted it too.”

"Sarah, I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

She flushes slightly. "Well, I guess we have some time to make up for, then. Lead the way."

You’re not fully dry, yet, but you can't wait any longer. You take Sarah's hand and lead the way up to Grace's bedroom.