“Never have I ever wanted to kiss my best friend.” Mia quickly focused on the rules of the game...everyone who wanted to do that had to drink. She froze. Without thinking, her gaze jerked across the table to Noah, and her stomach flipped when she locked eyes with him. He maintained steady eye contact as he calmly took a drink. Her heart jumped into a sprint and heat spread up her neck. She tore her gaze away and blinked, turning her attention back to Claire. Her friend’s perfectly arched brow raised in question. Mia’s head spun, both from the alcohol and from the way Noah had looked at her.
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