" I still can’t believe you kissed him.”
“Speaking of,” Lucy says coyly, “on a scale of one to ten…?”
I just stare at her, mouth agape. “What, you want me to rate him?”
“Uh, yeah,” Lucy answers, smiling wickedly. “Don’t leave us hanging.”
“Fine.” I let out my breath in a huff. “He was a perfectly competent kisser.”
“Perfectly competent? Yeah, I don’t think so. C’mon, you gotta dish, girlfriend.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Don’t you think I’m in enough trouble as it is?”
Her response is a pointed stare.
“Okay, fine. He was a good kisser. Really good. A seven, maybe an eight. There, are you satisfied?”
Her lips twitch with a smile. “I figured he would be.”
Morgan mimes sticking her finger down her throat and gagging.
“Your mama’s going to be brokenhearted, you know,” Lucy says, reaching for my abandoned plate and pulling it toward her. She picks up a half-eaten éclair and examines it, then sets it back down. “Hasn’t she already picked out a china pattern for you and Ryder?”
“Ha-ha, very funny.” But truth be told, she probably has. "

― Kristi Cook , Magnolia (Magnolia Branch, #1)