(Danielle)
“No. Freaking. Way.”
“Shhhh!” I hissed, glancing around the art room, until my eyes met Aaron's. He gave me a smile that made me want to hide under the desk.
I motioned him to get out. He shrugged, gave me a salute, and walked away.
“Oh my goddess,” she said again, eyes wide, practically bouncing in her seat. “You kissed him? When? How? Where?! Was it hot? No—don’t answer that, your face already did.”
“I didn’t say it was hot,” I muttered.
“You didn’t have to. Your cheeks are redder than acrylic crimson.”
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “It just… happened.”
Millie leaned in closer, her voice hushed but urgent. “You have to tell me everything. Start from the beginning. Where were you? Was it a grab-your-waist-and-smash-his-lips-on-yours kiss? Or one of those s
