A few minutes later, her eyelashes fluttered open. She peered back at me from over her arm and in the aftermath of her anger, only reticent sadness remained.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
She breathed in slowly. “How stupid it was of me to run off in the middle of the night.”
“Don’t,” I reassured her, rolling over and craving to be closer.
“Things could have ended so much differently.” Billie’s voice cracked.
“But now we know the truth,” I said. “Because you were brave enough to confront David.”
Her lips parted like she wanted to say something else. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbows and gently cupped my cheek, brushing her nose against mine. My heart pattered like I was a child giddily in love. “You should’ve been my first crush,” I murmured between kisses
