ANDRE
"No tiny skirt today?"
"Wh-what?" I sputter, barely catching a breath.
It's a miracle I don't choke on the drink I am sipping as I turn and look at Zein with wide eyes.
"You're wearing ragged jeans. I thought you liked teasing me," he smirks, and I flush.
"That was during Halloween. That's over."
"Oh?" he tilts his head to the side, pouting. Cute. "That's unfortunate. I loved your legs and that perky-"
"So what are you up to?" I cut him off before he says something. Ever since that night when we kissed, things between us have improved. No, it's been more than that. We are back where we used to be, but much better.
So much more.
Now, we can flirt and not even hide the fact that we want each other. More than friends should wish for each other.
