Teagan focused on her eyes on the ground, wanting to kick herself. She had no idea what to do right now. Should she get up and leave? Or should she... what? What should she do? Reaching up, she toyed with the ends of her hair that had fallen over her shoulder.
John's words cut through her like a knife. Was everything okay? No, it wasn't. But she couldn't tell him that. Instead, she shrugged. "Sure. It's not like we haven't kissed before," she said quietly, still refusing to look at him.