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.”

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

all whispered about before you split

blurted it out.” One hand on the wheel, he reached

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

you still won't tell me what's really going on. Today, I even praised Annie and Lizzy right

pulled the car into the driveway. The neighborhood was quiet, hardly a

if you let me hold your hand," he

way, you're just

empty and, 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, he'd

“And what if nothing

we'll make something happen

was speechless,

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

and she was about to get out anyway, Milka decided to take the “loss"