I look up at him, and our foreheads move in, touching, our noses move closer, and then . . . The bell sounds off, signaling the end of class. Collectively, everyone shouts, “Nooooooo.” Chuckie, in the nightgown still, for God knows what reason, says, “Kiss, kiss, kiss.” Laughing, I glance up at Arlo, and he cups my chin. Everyone joins in the chant and before I can decide what to do, Arlo presses his mouth against mine.
thats gotta be the best makeup ever!!!
