Kiss Me, Call Her Sweetie
Language: en
A new girl, Sienna, transferred in—a bombshell with a sharp attitude. She vowed to have my childhood best friend, Noah, in her bed within months. Without looking up, Noah said, “Stay away. I’m a germaphobe.” But then he gripped my hand, eyes red, and whispered, “Aria, I’ve only ever been yours. Why wait until after graduation? Waiting is killing me.” He paused, then added, “But fine. I’m traditional. A few more months won’t kill me. Your happiness comes first.” Sienna chased him for half a year; he never glanced her way. I thought it was true love—until the pre-semester party. Drunk and…