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“He”—I let out a nervous laugh—“kissed me.” No way am I telling them what happened before that.

Pen spits out the sip of water she took.

“What!?” they both exclaim.

Amelia stares at me as Pen starts rambling off questions. “How was it? Did he use tongue? I bet it was good; he’s got those full lips?—”

“Pen, will you relax?” Amelia says as a smile ghosts across my face.

They don’t know what Theo does. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure they ever asked. How would they respond if they knew Theo is a cam star? Pen would find it entertaining. Amelia, I can’t say for certain. She might judge him, or she might understand. Honestly, it would depend on her mood.

“Did you want him to kiss you?” Amelia asks.

I open my mouth and then close it. Reflecting back, I remember how he felt against me, how chills spread across my skin and my stomach flipped. My answer comes to me before I can question it. “I did, and I think I have for a while now.”

Pen pumps her arms in the air while Amelia’s stiff expression softens. “That’s all that matters.”

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this to happen?” Pen raises her voice in excitement.

“Uhh—”

“Too long!”

Amelia and I chuckle as Pen dances around her living room, singing.

“Who would have thought Theo would be the one? Has it been weird living with him?” Amelia asks.

I shake my head. “No, it feels normal. Well, minus the?—”

“Kissing?” Penn cackles.

“I was going to say sexual tension, but that works too.”

“That’s even better!”

“She’s way too worked up,” Amelia chuckles. “What do you think will happen next? Or rather, what do you want to happen next?”

“I’m not sure.” My voice falters as my mind begins to race.

What do I want? What does Theo want? What if we become more than friends and it doesn’t work out? We would lose one another forever.

“She’s spiraling,” Pen says in warning. “Wren, whatever you’re doing, stop. This is a happy moment. Don’t panic.”

Forcing myself to take in a long breath, I focus on my sisters and nod. “Okay, no panicking.”

“What would happen between you and Theo in your wildest dreams?” Amelia alters her question.

“In my wildest dreams...” I repeat under my breath. “I’d go back and tell him the truth.”

“And what is the truth?” she asks.

“I have feelings for him,” I admit. “I have for far longer than I’ve realized.”

“That’s so sweet. It’s making my stomach hurt,” Pen says, sniffling.

“Pen, will you sit down?” Amelia sighs. “You’re making your own stomach hurt.”

“Sorry, sorry, I got too worked up.” Pen pulls her blonde hair into a bun. “Wait, why are you outside?”

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