Steffi wasn't tired anymore. In fact, she felt invigorated. She was going to make it. She needed more of those kisses.
Sometimes, having friends who were like family was a good thing, and sometimes, it was like having an endless supply of very nosy, very irritating siblings.
Three questions,” I said, ticking them off on my fingers as I spoke. “One: do you have a car? Two: do you have plans tonight? And three: how fast can you drive?
The last thing she remembered before finally drifting off was how nice Steffi's hair smelled.
