“—kept lingering and watching, and you really would not believe how persistent she is,” I said. “And that’s the only reason he kissed me.”
“How many times?” Grace asked.
“How many times what?” I replied.
“Did he kiss you,” she said.
I fiddled with the strap of my sundress. “I don’t know. A few times, I guess.”
“Yeah,” Emme said to herself as she studied the ground. She crossed her arms over her torso. “Yeah, so, he’s in love with you.”