AMIRA
“I kissed him,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ciara blinked slowly, clearly taken aback. “Please come again, I must have missed what you said.”
Licking my lips nervously, I stared down at my intertwined fingers. “I kissed Jared and then went ahead and told him that I wanted us to have a no-strings-attached kind of relationship.”
Still in shock, Ciara double blinked. “Since when did you become that reckless?” she questioned, her eyes still slightly widened with disbelief. “No strings attached? How did you get there? I’m the crazy one, Amira, not you.”
“I don’t want a situation where he thinks what we’re having might develop into something else,” I explained, my words rushed and shaky.
Ciara folded her hands, her expression shifting from shock to concern. “And wha
