Cassie
“You almost kissed him?”
Sophia’s voice carried across the Delta kitchen loudly enough that I immediately looked toward the doorway.
“Could you announce it a little louder? I don’t think the girls upstairs heard you.”
“I didn’t announce anything. I’m clarifying.”
“At the top of your lungs.”
Jill pushed a bowl of popcorn toward me. “Forget Sophia. Back up. Brett had his hands on your waist, you had your arms around his neck, and then what?”
“He stopped.”
Andi frowned. “Brett stopped?”
“Yes.”
“Brett Matthews?”
“How many Bretts do we know?”
Sophia dropped into the chair beside me. “Did you ask why?”
I grabbed popcorn mostly so I’d have something to do with my hands. I’d replayed the moment enough times since last night that I could still feel Brett’s hands against my waist
