“But what if he wants to kiss me?” I whisper too quickly for Mia to interrupt. “If he does, and you want to, then do it.” Mia shrugs. “If not, don’t. And you have nothing to feel weird or ashamed about. You’ve waited this long; you can wait for it to mean whatever you want it to mean. Or you can decide to heck with it and kiss the hot hockey player just for fun. Your lips. Your choice.”
