A moment passes, I wait for that mocking laughter but he doesn’t laugh. A strange emotion fills his eyes, he says, “She’s not my girlfriend.” I roll my eyes, Ben’s face grows serious. “Olivia is not my girlfriend.”
“Hmm.” I tuck my hands between my legs, offering him a tight smile. I don’t believe him but I don’t want to argue or ruin this evening. “You two broke up?” He shrugs, I kick him and he responds with a laugh. If she came to the party with Noah, maybe he’s telling the truth. But having a boyfriend has never stopped Olivia from flirting with other guys. I sneak a glance at Ben. “Maybe because you are a terrible kisser?”
“Am I?”
The playful note in his voice encourages me to add, “I wouldn’t know, I’m not the one you kiss–”
He cuts me off with his lips. My mind blanks, then my
