EMILY
“You what?” Mia shrieked.
I winced, glancing around the hospital room like someone might’ve overheard, even though I knew it was just us.
“Shhh!”
She adjusted herself in the bed, propping up on her elbows, her eyebrows shooting up into her hairline like they might launch right off. “I knew it was going to happen. Sooner or later. I sense these things.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course you did. With your mystical, all-knowing third eye.”
She grinned. “Don’t be jealous of my gifts. Now, spill. Was it hot? Like, hot-hot? Sexy?” She gasped, dramatically clutching her chest. “Did it feel like… love?”
I nearly choked on air. “Okayyyy. Slow down. It was just a kiss.”
“It was the kiss,” she said in a smug, sure tone.
Before I could argue, the door opened and the very person we were goss
