Danica
As Kylie and I stepped into the apartment, she turned to me with an expectant grin, just as the door closed.
"Start talking girl. Everything," Kylie demanded, dropping her purse on the couch.
I laughed at her childlike behavior as I sat down shrugging at her, trying to downplay the evening's events.
"What's there to talk about? You were there, and you witnessed it all didn’t you?" I asked, feigning nonchalance.
Kylie raised an eyebrow. "Don't play dumb, Danica. You know what I’m talking about. Yes, I was there, and I saw the way Ignazio looked at you. And that kiss? Chemistry overload!"
Her voice lowered to a quieter tone. “But I need to hear the first-hand experience from you. What was it like and what’s going on between you two now?”
I felt my cheeks warm from her blabber
