Heather

The bottle slowed down and then came to a stop as it pointed at Heather. Alexa’s eyes widened as she realized what that meant. Her face burned red. “Aw look, she’s blushing,” Isabel snickered. “I think she wants to ask you something, Heather.”

Heather grinned. “What do you want to ask me, Lexi?” Heather asked.

Alexa gulped as she felt her throat dry. “P-please… can you… can I… can I get a kiss?”