“Is this you agreeing to my plan?” “Just until Christmas, and then we go back to being friends?” “We’ll always be friends, Ol. Just friends who kiss now.” “I don’t think you’re kissing me right now,” he says. “Would you like me to change that?” “Yes. I very much would like you to kiss me again.” I cup Ollie’s cold cheek and wrap a hand around his hip to tug him close. I study his face, brushing my thumb over the apple of his cheek. His eyes widen in the low light. If there’s one thing I know about my best friend, it’s that I can read him like an open book. Oh yeah, he definitely wants this.
