Making Up

MARISSA

Layton loved me? What?

The shock of the moment was cut short when his lips came crashing down onto mine. My own lips parted without conscious command, like they were welcoming home their best friend and long lost lover all at once.

His arms circled my waist, holding me tightly to him as he devoured me. I could feel the emotion he was pouring into the kiss, including the longing and the silent plea for me not to leave.

My mind and my heart were at war, the one shrieking that we had to get out of here while the other was quietly convincing me to stay. Before I even knew what I was doing, my hands were in his hair and I was obeying the quiet command.

What he did when he went to see Brice was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for me. I didn’t care that he did it because his father told him to, he was still the one who had confronted my worst nightmare, and lived to tell the tale.

I was still stunned to learn Brice and Layton had been friends, but I couldn’t bring myse