Bailey's pov

The next morning Kaleb picks me up. Mira is slouched in the backseat, half asleep. " My brain is fried, so don't mind me that I look like a dead." Mira moaned when I entered.

I giggled, leaning over the counsel to plant a soft kiss on Kaleb's lips seeing him pout when I hadn't yet. He smiled, and pecked me one more time before reluctantly pulling away.

"Ew uh that's nasty," Mira faked gag. " I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing you two sharing pda. I'm getting shivers ...