Page 66 of Get Over It, April Evans

April frowned. “We all…”

“Kiss, yes,” Daphne said.

“As in all three of us,” April said.

Sasha covered her mouth with one hand as though holding in a laugh.

“All three of us,” Daphne said, her eyes locked on April’s flummoxed expression. “It’s just kissing. Right?”

“Right,” April said slowly, but she didn’t look convinced.

“I dare you,” Sasha said.

“Oh, fuck you,” April said, but she laughed.

“In that case, I double-dog dare you,” Sasha said.

“Sasha,” April said, her tone a warning.

“Shall I skip the triple dare and go straight for the coup de grâce?” Sasha asked.

“What’s actually in this cider?” April asked, looking down into her cup. “Did I take a drug-induced tumble intoA Christmas Story?”

“If the kiss fits,” Sasha said.

“That doesn’t even make sense,” April said.

“I triple-dog dare you,” Daphne said.

April froze, a smirk on her face. “Et tu?”

Daphne laughed, but she felt as though her entire body was braced for a storm—a leaf thirsty for some much-needed rain.

“Fine,” April said, setting her cup on the ground. “Fine, fine, you want some kissing? I’ll show you some kissing.”

She stretched her arms above her head, causing her top to rise even higher and showing off more smooth inked skin. She rolled her shoulders back, knocked her head from side to side as though readying herself for a boxing match. Then she walked up to Sasha, hooked her hand around her neck, and pulled her closer.

“Don’t you dare grab my ass,” April said.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Sasha said a second before their lips touched.

Her hands went to April’s waist, and April’s fingers curled into her hair. They kissed almost chastely at first but soon opened their mouths to each other. Daphne watched, fascinated, as though she were observing two characters in a movie, and when the two of them broke apart, she clapped.

“Thank you, thank you,” Sasha said, dipping into a low bow.

April just laughed and pressed two fingers against her lower lip. “You’re up, wildling.”

Daphne nodded, but her heart was everywhere—fingertips, toes, her throat. Everywhere except where it should be. But she wanted this. She could do this. She could be casual and fun and wild.

So she walked right up to Sasha and grabbed her by the waist, pressing her mouth against her a little too vehemently. Her teeth bumped against Sasha’s lower lip, and she gasped.

“Oh, god, sorry,” Daphne said, her face hot.

“No worries, love,” Sasha said, then chucked her under the chin to lift Daphne’s mouth toward her again. Their lips met and it took Daphne a second to register she was kissing someone new, someone who wasn’t Elena, her whole body freezing for a second. But then Sasha smiled against her mouth and Daphne laughed, relaxing into the kiss. Their tongues touched, and it was nice. Sexy, even. Daphne could tell Sasha was a great kisser, and had she beenless aware of April’s presence nearby, she probably could’ve kissed her for even longer.

Kissed, and maybe done even more.

But Aprilwasthere, and Daphnewasaware of her, and unfortunately, so was her body.