Connor sits beside Rose, and he kisses her forehead. She seems at ease. Everyone does. How could that break the tension in our group? Strain that I accidentally built from a dare. And then Connor’s deep blue eyes meet mine, and he smiles at me, a genuine one that he only reserves for friends. He can slice through arguments, lower boiling points and keep our friendship intact, not even remotely awkward after we just kissed. And he’s a part of my life. Thank God. Or rather, thank him. Yeah, I smile, he’d want me to rephrase that.
