“Okayyyy,” he drags the word out as he watches us. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” I offer a half-hearted smile as I walk to the couch. I turn around, leaning against the back of it, kicking my feet out.
Justin eyes Summer. “Did something happen with your family?”
“Nope.”
“So nothing’s wrong?” He walks to her, hooking his finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
“Nope.”
“You guys are acting weird.”
I feel like Justin has me in one of those interrogation rooms with the lights shining in my face.
“Fine!” I straighten, throwing my arms out. “I kissed her, okay?”
Justin’s accusatory glare pulls to me. “You kissed her?”
“It was under a mistletoe,” Summer explains, but when and where it happened doesn’t really matter at this point. What matters is how I felt when we kissed.
“Yes, I kissed her, and I liked it.”
Summer’s mouth drops in shock as she looks at me. I don’t know what about my confession is such a big surprise. Could she not tell during the kiss that I was feeling it?
“You liked it?” Justin’s voice raises.
“Yeah, I liked it a lot. I’m not going to lie to you about it.”
He turns to her. “Did you like the kiss?”
She bites her lip, looking down. “I didn’t hate it.”
Her words draw the biggest smile from me that I think I’ve ever had.
The happy moment is short-lived.
“I’m going to kill you!” Justin flings his body at me, and we both fall back onto the sofa. Summer screams, making this brotherly squabble seem more intense than it really is.
“Whoa!” I try to fend him off. “Last time I kissed her, you laughed. This time, you went from zero to sixty with no gas.”
“Last time you kissed her, you were hallucinating.” He pushes away my attempts to push him away. “What’s your excuse this time?”
“Mistletoe?”
“I can’t believe you kissed my girlfriend.”
“You told me to!”
“No, I told you to avoid it!”
“I can’t do this.” Across the room, Summer gathers her coat and purse. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Justin and I both sit up.
“Sum Sum, don’t go!”
“Summer, wait!”
