"Holy shït, Emma," Marissa whispered as they weaved towards the bathrooms. "What the hell was that?!”
Emma swallowed hard, "I have no idea what just happened, but I swear it was not what I am sure it looked like."
That kiss was something else. Even though Kyle was not her type, it was steamy, and Emma could still feel Kyle’s hands on her body.
Kyle's guilt-heavy eyes flashed in her mind, and she could still feel his rough hands around her face, looking into her eyes with shock. Even if it was a simple friendship between them, their natural chemistry made it look much more intense than it was.
She wanted to puke at that.
Kyle was Matt's best friend.
She didn't know if she could maintain the façade any longer tonight. Before she expressed her desire to return to Matt's place, Mar
