Chapter 2What He's Really Thinking

The room exploded.

Mia’s laughter reached a pitch I can only describe as demonic. Propelled by the roar of the crowd, I leaned toward Noah, my heart hammering against my ribs with every inch I closed the distance.

The second my lips brushed against his, I saw his throat move as he swallowed hard.

His lips were warm. And incredibly soft.

I remembered seeing an anonymous post on the campus confession page once, debating who had the most kissable lips. Noah’s name had come up more than once. The verdict was that they looked like they’d be perfect to kiss.

They were. The rumors were true.

Maybe it was just the adrenaline, but for a split second, I thought I felt the corner of his mouth twitch into the faintest hint of a smile.

Is he… smiling?

My heart went into overdrive. The dizzying rush of it all was so intoxicating that it wasn't until Mia practically fell off the couch laughing that I snapped back to reality. I couldn’t bring myself to deliver the “passionate” part of the dare. A simple, soft press was all I could manage before I pulled back so fast I bumped into Mia.

“That’s it?!” she screeched, snatching the card from my hand. “Where’s the passion?”

“That’s enough, that’s enough,” I mumbled, my face burning. I couldn’t look at anyone.

Mia sighed with the dramatic frustration of someone whose favorite TV show just got canceled.