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.”

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

what you all whispered about before you split up.” Milka shot him

You're the one who blurted it out.” One hand on the wheel, he reached for her hand with the other, but Milka pulled back,

up, the back of his hand brushing her

let our secret slip, and you still won't tell me what's really going on.

the driveway. The neighborhood was quiet, hardly a car in

let me

you're just being a

"If I wanted to be a brat, I'd drive us somewhere empty and, well, we'd 'reheat last night's leftovers' right here in the car.” Last time, when

turned bright red. “And what if nothing really happened

make

speechless, cheeks

fingers at her like he was calling a puppy.

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