LIZA
The car stopped in front of my house, and Yannie leaned closer with that mischievous glint in her eyes. “Don’t forget to dream about your almost boyfriend,” she teased, her grin wide and teasing.
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me. “Oh, shut up, Yannie.”
She laughed even louder. “I’m serious! You’re smiling like a girl who just got her heart stolen. Admit it, you like him!”
“I’m not talking about this,” I said quickly, pretending to glare at her, though my cheeks were burning.
“Fine, fine,” she said, lifting her hands in mock surrender. “But I know you’re thinking about him the second I drive off.”
“Good night, Yannie,” I said, still chuckling as I opened the car door.
“Good night, Miss Almost Kiss!” she called after me as I stepped out.
I shook my
