Bestfriends by choice
But before I could tease him any further, he pulled me toward him, gently cupped my face, and pressed his lips against mine.
I closed my eyes.
And for a moment, everything else disappeared.
The music, the people, the lights, the complicated plans, and all the nights I'd spent wondering whether he could ever love me the way I loved him.
None of it mattered.
Because Peyton was kissing me.
My best friend was kissing me.
The boy who had been my first kiss was now kissing me again, and this time, there was no confusion, no drunken mistake, and no reason to pretend it meant nothing.