Karla's P.O.V
With some clarity and time to think, maybe that wasn't the way to go... pulling Peter into my mess wasn't very mature, but he wanted proof... he would forever have the question of our pup in the back of his mind and, according to me, that was my only solution I could think of at that moment. The look on Peter's face, though, was hilarious.
I giggled to myself, he was as stiff as a surfboard. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, and maybe he looked like he was about to puke. Yeah, kissing your best friend or someone you see as your brother really isn't the way to go... at least I know my best friend wasn't in love with me like in those stories people read.
I plopped my ass down on the bed, surprised that my father hadn't stormed in through those doors yet then again,
