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.”

rolled her eyes. "No way. We already made plans—Annie's coming over soon, and we're all meeting at the secret spot. I'm definitely

spot, huh? So that's what you all whispered about before you split up.” Milka shot him a dirty look. "You tricky jerk!

“Set you up? You're the one who blurted it out.” One hand on the wheel, he

slid his hand onto her thigh, palm up, the back of his

to herself, sulking. "You already let our secret slip, and you still won't tell me what's really going on. Today, I even praised

the car into the driveway. The neighborhood

tell you if you let me hold your hand," he

you're just

here in the car.” Last time, when they'd both been tipsy, things had gotten steamy—“cooking from scratch." This time, he'd settle for

nothing really happened last time because we were

we'll make something happen

speechless, cheeks

a puppy. “Come on, just take my hand

she was about to get out anyway, Milka decided