Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Milka was losing it. Seriously, how had life gotten this weird? Everything from the past few years felt like a fever dream.

Mars looked way too pleased with himself. "Bet you don't know this one-getting back together with me is top- secret info. Only insiders get the details. If we're back on, I'll let you in."

Milka scoffed. "Forget it, then. I don't want to know."

Mars shot her a look, grinning because he could see right through her. She was bursting with curiosity.

She lasted all of five minutes in the car before blurting out, "Just tell me already! Who likes who?"

Mars just smirked and kept his lips zipped, loving every second of her agony.

By the time they got home, Milka was still tossing out wild guesses. “Mars, just spill! What if I say something stupid next time I see them?"

Mars shrugged. "Easy. Don't see them.”

and we're all meeting at the secret spot. I'm definitely going to see Molly

key word. “Secret spot, huh? So that's what you all whispered about before you split

on the wheel, he reached for her hand with the

up, the back of his hand brushing her jeans. “Come on, Mia,

sulking. "You already let our secret slip, and you still won't tell me

car into the driveway. The neighborhood was quiet,

let me hold your hand," he

way, you're

well, we'd 'reheat last night's leftovers' right here in the car.” Last time, when they'd both been tipsy, things had gotten steamy—“cooking from scratch." This time,

face turned bright red. “And what if nothing really happened last time because we were

we'll make something

was speechless,

wiggled his fingers at her like he was calling a puppy. “Come on, just take my hand and

to get out anyway, Milka decided to take the “loss" and slid her hand