I was smiling while rinsing a mug I’d already washed twice.

Not because it was dirty. Because I couldn’t stop replaying the way he kissed me.

My mom walked in, looked at me once, and smirked. “So... you two made up.”

I tried not to grin harder. “What makes you say that?”

“You’re humming,” she said, pulling open the fridge. “You only hum when you’re happy or up to something.”

“Can’t it be both?”

She laughed. “Just don’t float away. I need a movie partner ...