MIA’S POV.

The hallway outside Jennifer’s room was dim, perfect for a quickie or makeout. I bet there's gonna be no one on this side for a while.

I pressed Benny against the wall, my hands clutching at his shirt. His breath hitched and before I could think twice, my lips found his.

He stiffened for a second but didn’t pull away, so I deepened the kiss, tasting the faint trace of Coke on his tongue. Coke?

My fingers trailed up his neck, tugging him closer until his back thudded softly ...