The kiss is sloppy and reminds me of New Year’s Eve in a flash that brings on a wave of nausea I stomp down out of sheer determination. “Woodison!” Chris barks. I tear my mouth away from Trish’s just in time to see Mia at the foot of the stairs, hurt all over her face. It’s not there long. She lifts her chin and covers her face in a mask of disinterest. But I saw it, and I’m the world’s biggest asshole. I thought she’d gone to bed. Fuck. Because it wasn’t just any girl I kissed. It was Trish. Worst fucking choice possible. And it shouldn’t matter, but it does. What Mia thinks of me and how I
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