Lily says in a robotic voice. I swivel my desk chair in her direction. She’s draped over the side of the bed, her head upside down, facing me with a goofy grin. “Sorry.” She raises her eyebrows. “Are you?” I groan and stand up, closing the door. “I thought this was going to be easier. We could just pick up at the point right before he left and it would be totally fine. But it’s really not. He’s changed and I’ve changed.” “And there’s also the fact that he kissed you.” I sink to the floor, my back against the wall, and stare up at her. “I meant before that part.” Lily sits up, crossing her legs in front of her. “You both haven’t changed that much. At least in how you feel about each other. That’s obvious.” I scoff. “I meant our friendship—” “The one both of you blasted out of this world during that earth-shattering kiss, which you so described it as?” A small sound escapes my mouth. “It happened once.” “Sorry, hun, but you are never going back to just friends,”
