Well...This Is New - 59

As it turned out, Paul was able to go to Sally's.
So as Sally and I sat on her bed, she laughed as I kept looking eagerly out the window to see if Paul had come yet.
"Chillax, Em," she said, grinning. "He'll be here soon."
And he soon came.
We sat around for a little while, him sitting next to me, me not pulling away. I wanted to hug him, or cry, or do SOMETHING to show him how sorry I was. But it seemed like he wanted to forget about it.
Soon, we decided it was time for the hot tub. I got changed into my swimsuit, quickly, rushing downstairs and outside.
He was already in the tub, neck up, and grinned at me when I came out.
I climbed in, and he made room for me.
I tried not to look at his shirtless body, but it was incredibly difficult.
From sunup to sundown we were in there, laughing, splashing, messing around.
Until things took a turn for the worse, of course.
Paul accidentally had touched Sally's elbow, and apologized quickly.
"Oh, no, it's fine," Sally said. "I don't care if you touch me."
I blinked at her, frowning, and then covered it up, looking down at the water.
"Ugh, well in that case, let me massage you," Paul joked, squeezing her shoulder mockingly.
"That feels good," Sally said.
I coughed loudly, splashing around in the water.
Paul let go, and then looked at me, grinning.
"Oh, Paul," I said in a high-pitched voice. "Oh Paul, massage me some more."
Sally made a grab for me and I screamed, laughing, backing away.
But Sally did little things like that the entire night. Touching him, his hair, laying next to him.
I told myself that it wasn't that she liked him. It was that she wanted guy attention. Which is definitely true. Still, it made my blood boil.
We three played Twenty Questions, and it was no surprise to me that I got all of the ones Paul thought of. And he got all of mine.
Then, Sally went inside to fix dinner, leaving Paul and I alone. It was dark, the hot tub lit my color-changing lights.
"Ooooh, we're alone," Paul murmured, grinning at me.
I laughed, smiling at him. He smiled back, pulling himself out of the water, and turned around to pet Sally's dog.
But I couldn't be satisfied until we had talked about what happened. The courage was hard to gather, but I finally forced myself to speak.
"Paul..." I said, taking a deep breath. "C-can you tell me...what was wrong last night?"