In all fairness, it’d hadn’t been their first kiss, but they had been about five years old when their mouths had accidentally met for the first time, and Markus had given her a wet, sloppy kiss in kindergarten as well when she’d fallen off the slide.
So why was her body betraying her today?
“I have to take a raincheck, Marky,” she told him. “But thanks, anyway.”
“Want to tell me what’s up with you?” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “You’re usually the first one on the dance floor and the last one to leave.”
Sarah let out another sigh before she decided what to tell him, if anything at all.
Markus had always been a good friend. More than that. He’d always been there for her, during good and bad times.
Especially during bad times.