“I’m pretty sure I know how you feel about this, but I kinda need to tell you that I kissed your man this morning.” “Kissed him?” “Yeah, I mean, it was just a peck to calm him the fuck down, but it wasn’t platonic, not for me, so I wanted you to know.” “It wasn’t platonic, not for me . . .” Some girls might’ve lost their shit over those six little words, but not me. The only thing that bothered me about them was the uncertainty in Locke’s gaze.
