“Is it a full kiss?” “Tylar said ‘make out with Stacey’.” I want to move the strand of hair from her face, but I fist my hands instead. “Don’t laugh,” she says, chewing on her lip, “but I haven’t done this before.” I inwardly sigh in relief, inching my body forward until our knees touch. “Neither have I.” Stacey’s gaze widens, but I continue before she can talk. “Just close your eyes.” “Don’t lie to make me feel better. We all know about your reputation.”
