“Friends. We agreed on friends, Riggins,” I remind him in a whisper, even though I don’t feel the warning as deeply as I should. His lips tip up in a smile, the dimple I used to spend my days making silly jokes just to see coming out. “I lied,” he says. I give him a glare, my hand starting to push on his chest, but his arm grips my waist tighter, his face going a bit serious. “Friends don’t kiss like you kissed me last night, Stella.”
