I didn’t even know you looked at him like that.” “Well…

““I didn’t even know you looked at him like that.” “Well, things feel more forbidden when you keep them secret, don’t they, Pippa ?” I laugh and roll my eyes. “What other secrets do you have these days?” She leans in super close to her computer with a devious smile. “Do you have an Italian lover I should know about? Or lovers ?” “What?” My cheeks flame. “There is someone!” Morgan slaps her palm on the desk. “What’s his name? Wait! Is it that Bruno guy? The one who kissed you? What aren’t you telling me?” “Settle,” I say, turning down the volume to keep her shrill voice from waking up the whole building. “Uh, Bruno’s…well…” “Yes?” She moves her hand in a small circle, urging me to continue. “There’s this other guy, he’s American. But there hasn’t--” “American?” She scrunches her nose. “We have those over here.” “Morgan!” “I’m just kidding! How cute is he?” Darren’s insane hair curls around my heart and I warm all over. “He’s really cute.” “Has he kissed you? What’s he like?” “No kissing,” I say with a shake of my head, “but he, like, saved me. I hurt my ankle and he carried me.” Her eyes widen more than I remember ever seeing them. “That’s how you met? Did you die? I would have died ! That’s so romantic!” “It didn’t feel romantic at the time.””

— Kristin Rae