Mia paced across Aria’s tiny living room with the restless energy of a lit fuse, her voice rising with every step.“So… you weren’t going to tell me anything? Nothing at all?”
Aria, still in her sleep shirt, sat curled on the couch, a blanket thrown over her lap. Her phone rested on the coffee table, still lit with the looped video of her and Killian kissing, the comments multiplying like wildfire. She ran a hand through her hair. “Mia, it wasn’t planned. We’re not even… we’re not dating.”
Mia spun around to face her. “Oh, okay. So what are you? Co-workers who happen to lock lips during art exhibitions?”
Aria groaned and sank deeper into the couch. “It was a moment. That’s all. It happened, and we didn’t think anyone saw. It wasn’t like that -”
Mia raised a brow. “Aria. You kissed Killi
