“It’s no big deal,” he mumbled.
“Yes, it is!” She glanced over at him, eyes and mouth wide like she was going to continue squealing, but whatever she saw on his face stopped her. She visible tamped down her excitement, although some still bubbled out. “I’m just happy for you guys. Trevor is usually so busy trying to ‘fix’ everyone up that he doesn’t really look at his own happiness. And hopefully you can distract him from the first thing.” She gave an exaggerated eye wiggle.
“Thanks for that implication,” he said, rubbing his too-hot cheeks. “But maybe let’s not count chickens and whatever. It was just one night of making out.”
“Please,” Rita returned, “if he’s not caught after one night of making out with you, then you must be really bad at making out.”
“Um, thanks?”
She giggled. Again. “I’m not too worried.” Then she continued, and he’d never been happier that she could read a room’s mood. “So, those girls back there were creepy as fuck.”