He slipped his hands around my waist and pulled me against him, tossing the ice cream cone over his shoulder. It landed with a splat on the sidewalk. "So does that mean I have a varsity girlfriend?"

I giggled like a total girl and linked my hands behind his neck. "Yeah I guess it does."

"Sweet." Then he bent his head, and I stood up on my tiptoes and we met in the middle. And it was perfect.

Autore: Stephie Davis