“I can’t believe you got so hot and heavy in public! You little stop out!” Amee teases me.
“Oh please, like you haven’t done worse! Fill me up!” I hand her my glass and she scoops some punch into it.
This is our Christmas tradition. Every year we have a night out, but the best part is always making our own punch and dancing in my kitchen. Strange to think of the events that happened here two days ago. I keep willing myself to tell Amee everything, but something stops me every time. Once that information is spilled it cannot be taken back. It’s not our standard kind of gossip. I think I just need more time to accept it myself.
“So, do you think this will turn into anything serious?” Amee questions innocently, not knowing how serious it already kind of is. “Do you want a relationship?”
