Tasting the Forbidden
I told him, putting my fist forward, which he bumped with his own, a smile splitting his face at once.
“Thanks, princess,” he drawled. “I owe you one.”
“Oh please, what are friends even for?” I winked.
“You’re going to a party?” Olivia, who was trailing at her own pace behind us, and whom we had totally forgotten all about, let out softly.
“Yes,” Billy nodded eagerly. “Care to join?”
“I wish, but I could never,” she shook her head negatively, seemingly not fond of the idea.
“It’ll be fun,” he said, trying to sway her.