“Oh,” she says breezily. “There isn’t a special girl at the moment then?” “No.” I stop what I’m doing. I wait for her to flick her gaze to mine. “But I think there could be.” “Clay kissed me,” she blurts out, which is not what I expected her to say. My gaze automatically falls to her lips. Pink, plush, soft-looking. “I don’t blame him. I’d love to kiss you too, Hollie.”
