"Well, you know what they say," Savannah said, putting the emptied glass aside. "The only cure, right?"
Well, maybe not the only cure. She was beginning to feel better -- his touches, his glances, and those careless compliments of his stroked her ego. She wasn't at one hundred percent, but there was a sort of pleasant hum in her bones that matched the hum in her head.
"I don't know," Savannah told him honestly. "She's been totally making friends and stuff, so she's probably fine."
Of course, that's what she had thought last time, wasn't it? Well, there were times when Savannah just needed her own personal space. Samantha and Jesse could just deal with each other for a while.
"I hope you aren't holding out for, like, a two-for-one deal or something. I protect my sister from boys like you."