Smirking, Colleen blithely replied, "I have wanted to kiss Misty since '08." Which was probably less of a confession and more general knowledge at this point. But maybe he was on to something, maybe wanting to kiss your best friend was a natural progression. Maybe there was text on it. But that didn't answer his question, did it? She pressed her lips together, contemplating. Well, she was a benign victor. "I can think of a time or two." Colleen released him and rolled onto the side of him, laid out on her back, hands flat on her stomach. She thought about giving him those exact moments as she remembered them, but shrugged instead. They were so far back in the start of their history, insignificant now. "It's a burden," she joked, "having friends who are attractive in every way."