“There was a lot of head-banging happening onstage,” I said.
“Yeah, I’m sure there was a lot of banging,” she replied with a smirk.
I smacked her on the shoulder. “Mia!”
“You kept looking at each other like this all night.” She fluttered her eyelashes and gave me a hurried glance.
“That’s not—”
She gasped. “Did you guys do it in his van? Oh, gross!”
Kitty bolted upright, then swooned onto the bed again.
“We didn’t do anything in his van! Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Third row folds down, just saying.”
I threw a pillow at her face, but she caught it in her hands before it hit her. “I refuse to accept you’re old enough to think about sex in cars.”
“You’ve been deflowered!” Kitty cried, swooning so hard she tumbled from the bed to the floor.
Mia crossed her arms over her chest. “Why not? Mom does. She says it’s important to have open conversations about sex.”
I cursed my sister’s open communication with her daughters. “Yeah, well, she’s your mother. And she probably wants to talk about it because that’s how you got here. Either way, we are not discussing my sex life.”
“So you did do it!” Mia jumped to her feet on the sofa bed. “I don’t know if I should be impressed or throw up in my mouth.” She pointed at her sister. “Kitty, you owe me twenty bucks.”
“No!” I said. “We did not have sex in his van or anywhere else! And will you sit down? You’ll ruin the sofa bed.”
Mia grinned at me. “What? Planning to ruin it some other way when we’re gone?”
“Oh my God, what is wrong with you?” I buried my face in the blanket.
“Then what did you do, huh?” Mia asked. I didn’t answer her. Maybe if I pretended to have a literal stroke, she would leave me alone. Mia jabbed my cheek with her finger. “What did you do, huh? Huh? Tell me!”
“Fine! Fine!” I grabbed her finger, unable to take another jab to the face. Next summer I wouldn’t let her spend so much time with Nina.I turned onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. “We may have kissed, that’s all.”
Mia and Kitty went quiet. I kept my gaze on the ceiling. The quiet only lasted a moment, however, because they began shrieking like the best friends in a rom-com.
“When? Where? How?” Mia said. “Paint a picture for me.”
Kitty climbed back onto the bed, propping her chin in her hands. “Tongue or no tongue? That’s French kissing, right? I saw Mia and this boy from her—”
Mia gave Kitty a dangerous look. “You saw nothing!”
“This is ridiculous,” I said. For all Mia and Kitty’s interest, I was pretty sure they didn’t actually want the nitty-gritty details of their aunt making out with their friend’s dad against the side of his van. “I’m not telling you anything. And it’s a little disturbing you want to know.”
“You’re no fun!” Mia said at the same time Kitty shouted, “Tongue or no tongue?!”
“You know, I’m getting tired of hearing about how un-fun I am.”
“Does this mean Greyson will be related to us?” Kitty asked.
“Don’t be a doofus, Kitty,” Mia said.
I grabbed back the pillow I’d thrown at Mia and hugged it to my chest. “As great as Alex is, I don’t think it will work out.”
Mia stretched out beside me with a grimace. “That bad of a kisser, huh?”
