That’s because we’re not. We spend time together. Loads of time together. But I’m starting to realize that I don’t actually know anything about Savannah Winters.

Like that comment.

She’s not experienced like that? I almost laugh aloud. I’ve heard her friends babbling plenty about how Savannah only dates college guys. Every time she bails on parties or can’t hang out, April and Brittany and the others gossip about Savannah’s college guys. The way they talk, I’ve started to imagine Savannah has a harem of older men at her beck and call.

So, you know…she’s clearly not inexperienced.

“But you’re her friend so you get it.” Callie sighs like she’s relieved. “Anyway, it’s not like anyone cares that she’s never kissed anyone before, right?”

My jaw drops. I’m pretty sure I heard her wrong. I turn to stare at Callie before jerking my gaze back to the road. No. There’s nothing wrong with my hearing. But I can’t make the words add up…

It doesn’t make any sense.

But Callie’s looking at me expectantly.

“Right.” I try to keep my voice even.

“And me and Willow never had a boyfriend before either up until Maverick and Roman. It’s not a big deal,” she continues, all defensive on Savannah’s behalf.

I nod, but my jaw is working and I don’t know if it’s anger or shock or something else entirely that has me tense all over.

It’s like someone is taking this mental image I have of a girl I’ve hung out with for years and is rearranging it all in a heartbeat. It’s like they’re removing some sort of weird Instagram filter I’d had going on in my brain and what’s left is…

I frown at the road. I don’t even know.

That’s the craziest part.

I don’t know Savannah Winters.

“But that’s what we were laughing about,” Callie says, sounding more relaxed now that we’ve cleared this up. “Not you or anything. We were just laughing at her horrified look.”

I force a laugh to match hers but there is absolutely no humor in it.

Because Savannah Winters didn’t just not want to kiss me.

The thought horrified her.