Page 68 of More For Me

“I kissed him.”

Vega’s spoon clatters to the table top and Santana’s mouth drops open. Presley just nods.

“It’s about time. This happened last night?”

I nod, feeling miserable. “We got into a fight last night. And then we were both drinking a lot. And then…I don’t know. We woke up—”

“You slept together?” Vega screeches, and more than one head turns in our direction. I glare at her.

“Shut up. It wasn’t like that. We just fell asleep—we were drunk.”

“So you woke up and what happened?” Santana presses.

“We started talking.” I can’t tell them about Bodhi’s brother. It’s clearly not something he wants people to know about. “And I just…kissed him.”

“Because you love him,” Vega says dreamily.

“What? No I don’t. Shut up.”

Presley rolls her eyes. “I swear to God Mom and Dad switched our birth certificates. There’s no way you’re the older sister.”

“I remember when you were born, idiot. I’m totally older than you.”

“You don’t act like it,” she shoots back.

“You’rebothacting like annoying children,” Santana says, exasperated. She leans across the table to me. “Was it a good kiss?”

It shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t like I stuck my tongue down his throat or anything. We barely brushed our lips together. But there’s no denying the fact that I felt that kiss in every nerve ending in my body.

“It definitely was,” Vega says. “Look at her face.”

I press my hands to my suddenly warm cheeks. “Can you stop? I’m freaking out right now.”

“Why?” Presley sounds impatient. “It’sBodhi. You’re totally perfect together. You’re practically the same person.”

“But what if that’s a bad thing?” I ask. “Mom and Dad are nothing alike. She always says that he balances her crazy and she keeps him from being too uptight.”

“She’s not doing a very good job at it,” Vega grumbles. “Since he still refuses to extend my weekend curfew past ten.”

I ignore her. “People always say opposites attract. What if being so similar means we don’t work out?”

“Mom and Dad aren’t the only people in a successful relationship,” Santana offers.

I hold up a finger, counting off the examples as I go. “Will and Eva. Opposites. Aunt Karen and Uncle Levi. Opposites. River and Jasmine—”

“That’s a stretch,” Presley interrupts. “They have plenty in common. They run a freaking skate park together.” She pulls out her phone. “That reminds me, I need to see if I can get some time on the ramps later.”

“Put your phone away,” Santana orders. “We’re fixing Everly.”

“You call this fixing? Because all you’ve done so far is annoy me.”

“All of the people you listed aren’t opposites,” Presley says. “Having different interests doesn’t make you opposites.”

“Uncle Daltrey and Aunt Daisy are pretty much the same person,” Vega says, then she turns to Presley, her voice turning innocent. “What about you and Ryan? Do you guys have a lot in common?”

“Nice try.” Presley turns back to me. “Has being so similar caused problems for you and Bodhi as friends?”

“No.” It’s made us closer. Sometimes it feels like Bodhi understands me more than I understand myself.