“Happy Birthday, Asher.” I spring up onto the tips of my toes with every intention of kissing his cheek, but he turns his head just enough for me to catch the corner of his lips. There’s a certain shyness that lingers over us that’s never there when we’re putting on a show. It’s an unintentional realization. We don’t have to pretend in the privacy of his home.
I find it weird that neither one of them said anything about the kiss
