![]() ![]() When we were friends before, he never kissed me he never even hugged me until the night July was born. I look to the ceiling, hoping for the answer. ![]() Standing in front of the mirror, I wonder why he’s acting so strange. “Are you always this cranky in the morning?” he yells. ![]() I slam the bathroom door for good measure. Once I have everything I need, I head to the bathroom, leaving a smug looking Trevor on my bed. I want to throttle him instead, I grab a lace bra, a white tank top, and a pair of sweats. “I don’t kiss my friends, so if you could kindly leave and let me get dressed, that would be great.” “We’re going to do a lot more than kiss, baby,” he says, smirking. “Like I said before, we’re going to be best friends.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I have to tell you, I'm not interested in playing with you, Trevor.” “No game,” he says, shrugging. “Is this like your newest game?” I ask on a head tilt. “Come kiss me and I’ll wait in the living room.” My eyes narrow. ![]()
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