“Why is that bad?” She scrunches up her face. “Kissing is never bad.”
“Kissing your best friend’s brother is bad,” I emphasize the issue, and Kaia shrugs her shoulders.
“Tell me what’s bad about it?” She questions quickly, her eyes burning a hole through me.
“Sunday is going to flip out,” I say.
“When have you ever seen Sundayflipout about anything?” She asks, crossing her arms. Sometimes, especially for how short she is, she looks fucking terrifying.
“This is different, it’s her brother,” I say.
“Okay, I’ll catalog the one bad thing, even though it’s flaky, but what wasgoodabout it?” Her tone changes.
“It doesn’t matter that one bad thing outweighs the good,” I respond.I could really use about five more shots of vodka right now.
“I’m the judge here, not you,” she snaps.
"Judge, juror and executioner." I groan.
"Rhea." She pushes.
“You know when you kiss someone, and you can tell it’s a means to an end?” I ask her and watch the recognition flicker across her face. “Like it’s a kiss just to kiss someone?”
It takes her a moment to respond, but she nods, “Yeah, Reaper. I know.”
“This wasn’t that,” I whisper, “it was like every kiss before this one was just a placeholder for something better, something that felt real.”
Kaia’s head tilts to the side as she processes what I’ve said, and her expression softens as a smile spreads across, puffing up her cheeks and lighting up her face.
“That was stupid. I sound like an idiot.” A bark of laughter leaves me in a defeated echo.
“No,” Kaia steps closer and cups my face. “You sound happy.”
“Until Sunday finds out and roasts me over an open fire! She was chill at lunch, but she specifically emphasized that he needs afriend!” I panic a little.
“Well, yousure got friendly,” she teases.
“Not funny.” I huff.
“What are you two doing out here?” Sunday steps into the door frame, and Cosy hovers over her shoulder with a confused look on her face.
“Rhea kissed Brighton,” Kaia blurts.
“Holy shit,” Cosy gasps, and Sunday freezes.
“Is that why you’ve been spamming me with memes? You thought I’d be mad at you!” Sunday yells and steps out onto the back porch.
“Was it good?” Cosy interjects, and Kaia stifles a snort.
“That’s what I asked,” she whispers as Sunday stays firmly rooted in her shock.
“Well?” Sunday cocks her head to the side and glares at me. “Was kissing my brother good, Rhea?”
That is a trap. A big fat trap.
“Your silence issoguilty, Reap.” Cosy giggles, hanging off Kaia.
“It was really good…” I wince, waiting for her to attack me, but Sunday just stands there.
