Chloe's POV 

“You did what?!”

Britney’s voice rose sharply. She was cross-legged on my bed, still in one of my old hoodies, hair in a messy bun, staring at me like I’d just confessed to grand theft.

"I know," I groaned and dropped face-first into a pillow. “It was stupid.”

“No, hold on.” She reached over and yanked the pillow away so I had to look at her. “You kissed him in his car and then you pulled back? Girl. Why?”

“Because it was moving too fast.” I sat up, hugging my knees. “One second I’m thanking him for the coffee and the next his tongue is in my mouth...