Amie
"You need to spill it,” Medow said as she sat on my bed, feeding Martina as I was packing.
“Spill what?” I asked as I tried to figure out if I needed more than one dress.
“Oh no, you don’t get to be all oblivious about this. As your friend I need to know what’s going on between you and Finlay,” she said.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said. It sounded fake even in my own ears.
“Amie,” she said in her best mom voice.
“Fine!” I paused and sat down on the bed as well. “So this thing happened on my birthday,” I started.
“You slept together?!” she exclaimed.
“No! And keep your voice down. We’re in a house full of werewolves with super hearing,” I hissed.
“Sorry, sorry. I got a little excited. So what was this thing?”
“We kissed. Well, that is an understatement, but it’s the word
