Nara
We both take in a deep breath and refocus on the butterfly. We don't speak.
We stay in the exhibit for many hours until one of his friends texts him. We go outside to meet them, and to my surprise, it is getting dark.
"What did you sneak off to do?" Mya murmurs, linking her arm with mine and pulling me away from Kian, who glares at her like a child when someone takes away their favorite toy.
"Just around," I murmur, my thoughts drifting back to the moment we almost kissed on the bean bag. I feel hot. Is it hot outside? My gaze shifts to Kian, whose friends watch him with smug smiles, while he looks almost sheepish.
"So, should we grab dinner and then do karaoke?" Doty suggests cheerfully.
I don't want to be around Kian anymore; he makes my mind turn to mush, and I
