“Why is my old high school friend FaceTiming me from your phone, Rhode?” Cruz pops his head into the screen, knocking against my temple. “Aw, come on, we were more than friends. You kissed me under that arch thing.” What the hell? She kissed him? Something hot and grating slithers under my skin. I shove him, but Cruz doesn’t budge because our center’s made of bricks. Patty sticks his head on the other side so all our sweaty cheeks are squished together. His beard is real damn itchy. “No,” Nina counters. “You kissed me, with too much tongue, I might add.”
