Semua Bab When Best Friends Kiss: Bab 61 - Bab 70

RORY’S POV The world tilted, or maybe it was just me, as Todd’s lips finally met mine. It wasn't a soft, hesitant kiss. It was immediate, firm, and everything I had secretly dreamed of and more. His mouth moved over mine with a confident tenderness that made my knees genuinely buckle. My fingers, which had been pressed against his chest, instinctively curled, gripping the fabric of his shirt. A soft moan escaped me, lost somewhere between our lips.He tasted like… like everything good. Like fresh air and a hint of something sweet, maybe the gum he’d been chewing earlier. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer until there was absolutely no space left between us. I could feel the hard planes of his chest against my soft front, the rapid beat of his heart mirroring my own frantic rhythm. My arms, almost on their own, snaked around his neck, my fingers tangling in the short, soft hair at the nape of his neck.The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. It

RORY’S POV The walk home felt different. Lighter, somehow. My feet barely seemed to touch the ground, and a goofy, unshakeable smile was plastered across my face. It was as if the whole world had suddenly decided to sparkle just for me. The leaves on the trees, the bright sun, even the dusty road – everything looked a little bit brighter, a little bit more alive. I was still buzzing from Todd’s kiss, from his words, from the impossible reality that he loved me back.He had offered to take me home but I had insisted on walking because I wanted to. And now I am glad that I did. When I finally pushed open the front door of our house, the smell of freshly baked bread hit me first. That meant Rosalie was definitely home and probably up to something delicious. Our living room was exactly as I’d left it – a comfy mess of textbooks, sketchpads, and Rosalie’s endless collection of fashion magazines. And there, sprawled on the sofa like a queen on her throne, was my older sister, Rosalie.

TODD’S POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning from side to side, trying to get a good look at myself. The dark blue suit fit perfectly, almost like it was custom-made. It wasn't a goofy, over-the-top costume, but more of a refined, modern take on Prince Charming. The jacket had a subtle brocade pattern, and the silver buttons gleamed. Underneath, I wore a crisp white shirt with a ruffled front, a nod to the classic fairy tale look without being too much.My dark hair was styled neatly, brushed back from my forehead.I wanted everything to be simply perfect for us. I had down my best to be sure that things were coming nicely.I tried to be sure I looked as neat and bright as Ever. If there was a way I could even make sure my blue eyes, which Rory always said she liked, were clearer and brighter, I would have done it. I picked up the small, dark blue eye mask I’d gotten for us. Rory's was a lighter, shimmery blue to match her dress, and mine was a slightly darker shad

TODD’S POV Bella Luna was even better than I remembered. I have not been here since three years ago when Mum had her birthday.Rory loves this place very much but we have not gone there in a very long time.We used to go a lot when we were younger. All I had to do was beg my parents to take us and Rosalie used to take us too.There was a time Rory celebrated all her birthdays here. According to her, it reminds her of an elegant restaurant from her childhood.Bella Luna was truly very elegant. It was dimly lit, cozy, with soft Italian music playing in the background. The rich scent of garlic, tomatoes, and fresh bread filled the air. The hostess led us to a secluded booth in the corner, away from the main dining area. It felt private, intimate, perfect for us and there were fancy candles on the tableRory looked around, her eyes wide with appreciation and still disbelief.“Todd.” She said looking like she was lost for words. "This is perfect, Todd. Thank you." She finally said. "A

The high school gym, transformed by twinkling lights and flowing fabrics, looked like something out of a dream. In the very center of the dance floor, two figures moved with an effortless grace, stealing every eye. Their outfits, a prince and princess straight from a fairy tale, were so perfect they seemed to shimmer. Soon, a circle formed around them as everyone stopped to stare, mesmerized.“That’s him. That’s definitely Todd,” Leslie hissed, her grip tightening on her punch cup. If it wasn’t made of sturdy glass, it would have shattered in her hand, leaving her palm sliced. Her eyes, filled with a chilling venom, followed the dancing couple. They were fixed on Todd, and a wave of betrayal and hurt crashed over her.She was here, dressed in a sleek, alluring Catwoman costume – a black, form-fitting suit that hugged her athletic cheerleading figure, complete with pointy ears and a tail that swayed provocatively. She had expected Todd to show up in the hot Batman outfit she'd sent him