Miles’s POV
“You’re mistaken, Miles. We didn’t kiss, okay?” Daphne says with an awkward smile, but I don’t buy it.
I let out a small sigh. “You don’t have to lie to me, Daphne. I remember it now—we kissed. I was drunk, and I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”
Her expression tenses. “We didn’t kiss,” she insists, her tone sharper this time.
I scoff. “You’re denying it because it meant nothing to you. Trust me, it meant nothing to me as well, so you don’t have to worry.”
For a brief second, something flashes in her eyes—hurt, maybe? Like I just said something completely wrong.
I frown. “What? Did I say something?”
She exhales sharply. “Yes, we did kiss. And you’re right—it meant nothing.” Her voice is laced with irritation. “That’s exactly why I didn’t want to talk about some meaningless kis
