Peach Salinger.
Just as Reggie’s lips are about to meet mine, the door to the apartment swings open, and Marienne’s voice breaks the spell. “Hey, guys, I—”
Reggie and I jump apart like guilty teenagers caught doing something we shouldn’t. My face burns with embarrassment as I turn to face Marienne, who stands frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide.
“I… uh…” Marienne stammers, clearly at a loss for words.
Reggie clears his throat and takes a step back, running a hand through his hair. “I was just… getting my hamster cage,” he says, his voice a little too casual.
I can’t even look at him. My heart is still pounding in my chest, and I know my cheeks are flushed. I feel exposed, and I hate it. I hate that he got to me, that he almost—almost—made me forget why I’ve been trying to keep my dis
