"I wanna be your baby, Carter boo!" That was Eliza.

"Be mine, Gaby!" Mason cackled.

When it was finally over, we bowed and ran off the stage. A few people I didn't know threw out their hands for high-fives as we made our way back to the table. The guys all began whistling as we got closer to the table, and I went to sit down in Carter’s old seat to be next to Sacha.

"How bad was it?" I asked him. My face was so hot I was sure I was blushing all over.

He was grinning from ear to ear. "You weren't bad at all, but I wouldn’t plan on releasing a solo album anytime soon," he laughed. "Or ever."

"Jerk." I poked him in the side and smiled. The same thought I’d been fighting with for the last few days rolled through my head. Did Sacha really like me? My deductive reasoning said that chances were high, but I was still too scared to be the one to say something. To say anything.

Mason went up a few minutes later when no one else approached the stage and sang along to “I Kissed A Girl”, which was atrocious but funny enough to make me cry. But it was when my brother went up to sing to “My Heart Will Go On” and instead decided to start stripping halfway through that it got ridiculous.

"Take it off!" Julian had yelled.

Eli began peeling up his shirt, which made me scream, "Put it back on! Put it back on!"

I don't think it was intentional for that song, but it was then that I felt Sacha put his arm around the back of my seat. I turned to look at him over my shoulder and gave him a little, shy smile. We stayed like that through Julian and then Miles's performances, until Sassy decided it was his turn.

Something warm pressed against my bare shoulder as he drew his head back, and I knew, I knew he'd kissed me there. Holy shit. A moment later, he pulled a slip of paper out of the bowl and marched up to the stage, shaking his head the entire time. It was when the opening beat to “Since U Been Gone” started that I almost peed myself. It was the song I'd chosen.

To no one's surprise, and thankfully for our ears, Sacha hit the high notes without a problem. He curtsied to the audience of people who were busy clapping and yelling in appreciation of the fact he wasn’t tone deaf. When he got back to the table, he resumed his position in the seat with his arm around the back of my chair but closer than he'd been before. He leaned forward mirroring my posture. I didn’t dare move. It was dark enough so that no one could see him press his lips against the same spot he'd kissed before.

I shivered and didn't say a word. But I did edge closer to him.

We stayed like that quietly until it was his turn to go again after Gordo's rendition of a Red Hot Chili Peppers song. Julian's choice of “Tubthumping” had Sacha and my brother rushing the stage and joining him about a minute in.

There were still a couple more papers in the bowl by the time he was done.

"I think you should start a Chumbawamba tribute band," I told him when he sat down next to me.

He slid his arm over the back of my chair once more, smooth like silk. "I'll do it after I finish my Vanilla Ice gigs."

"Oooh, that would've been a good one to put in the bowl. I'd like to see your little butt up there trying to rap “Ice, Ice, Baby,”" I snickered.

His eyes narrowed. "You think I have a little ass?"

I was on dangerous ground and I knew it. But screw it. I’d never know unless I tried, right? What did I have to lose besides my dignity? "No. I think you have a great ass."

Those pale eyes went slightly wide, but he said nothing. He simply looked at me. And then he leaned forward and pressed those warm, full lips against that spot on my jaw that ended at my ear. His mouth lingered there, lips on skin, hot on smooth.