“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I muttered, playing dumb, stepping forward, and dumping my bag on the sofa.
“Yes, you do.” Ashley persisted. After she stood up, she crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn’t angry. She could tell I was lying, and she was desperate for the truth. “I suppose you’re going to tell me the kiss on the cheek was nothing, as well, huh?”
I grimaced, knowing that she had caught me out. “You spotted that?”
“Of course I did!” She exclaimed. “I was wondering what was taking so long, so I took a peek out of the door and there he was, kissing you on the cheek.”
“It was a friendly thing,” I defended, shrugging.
“If that was a friendly thing, you’ve been hanging around with the wrong friends, honey.” Ashley mused, rolling her eyes. “Plus, when I came out
