“Jesse—“ she says.
“Tch,” I say. “hold your mouth still.” I use my pinky to smooth on a dab of strawberry “Lip Burst” and it’s unsettling, touching her in such an intimate way. It’s not like, Oh Mel, I want to kiss you. It’s just… oh, I don’t know. She’s so different from me.
E. Lockhart, Sarah Mlynowski, Lauren Myracle