I sat down cross-legged in front of Tiffany, who did the same.
Now what?
“Have you ever kissed a girl?” she asked, staring at me.
“No.”
“Wanna try it?”
“Um.”
“Obviously you don’t have to.” She shrugged.
“Tell me something, Tiffany—why me?”
“What do you mean?” She studied me, wrapping a lock of hair around her index finger.
“I don’t know, why not someone else?” Am I really the laughingstock of the class?
“Just because you’re new. Taylor will get sick of picking on you soon.”
“Shouldn’t there be someone who keeps an eye out?” We heard male voices coming from outside. “They’re just talking, I’ll tell them.”
I got flustered.
“Don’t worry, June, I’ll say we did it. No need to actually do it.”
Tiffany’s sincere smile made me breathe a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t think I’m pretty?” she asked.
“What? Are you joking? You’re gorgeous,” I admitted without a filter. “I just, um, I don’t know, I’m embarrassed.”
“Who do you think the prettiest one is?” She motioned toward Poppy’s room.
“Amelia, maybe Ari,” I answered without thinking about it.
“Would you make out with them?”
“No.” I made a grossed-out face. “I never thought of them that way. They’re—or they were—my friends.”
“But I’m not your friend,” she said, leaning toward me.
She stopped an inch away from my face, giving me the choice of whether or not to delve into the contact.
I closed my eyes, and in a moment of insanity, I brought my mouth to Tiffany’s cherry-red lips, which seemed to welcome me without any rush. We savored each other slowly, getting to know every little nip, and sucking on each other’s parted lips, almost forgetting our tongues, which only started to move toward each other when the kiss became more intimate. Just as Tiffany licked my lower lip more passionately, her hand slid under my sweater. She squeezed my bra, applying light pressure on my skin with a brazenness that not even Will had ever had.
“Tiffany.”
I pushed myself back, motioning for her to stop.
I looked down embarrassed, but my gaze drifted down her tight-fitting shirt, exposing what it shouldn’t have as well. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
“What is it?” she asked me, smiling.
“No, nothing.”
