I could go on forever about how great of a kisser Cyrus is, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Sparks spread throughout my veins, sending me into a field of paralysis before I even kissed back. His lips were soft and tasted like vanilla. I pulled away after a moment and let a goofy grin take over my features before I spoke.
"I have... to uhm... talk to Christy." I stuttered when he grinned at me. He nodded slowly, seeming to understand.
"D-don't forget to t-thank her," He mocked me. I ignored his mocking with an eye roll and I furrowed my eyebrows. "She helped me. And don't forget save me a dance, Maverly." He said, grinning. I nodded, walking away.
"You don't know how to listen, you little brat. I told you to move." Miranda's voice hissed before I even reached Christy. I tur
