PRACTICE

Ginger: "Great, you two have already met," I say, trying to sound casual. I know my mom is just being friendly, but the way they're sitting together so comfortably-like they've known each other forever feels unsettling. "Thank you for having me, Mrs. Orbblood. I hope I get to try that soup you mentioned next time," Caspian says as he stands, flashing her a charming smile. My face twists in disgust as I head for the door. "Good luck, honey!" my mom calls after me, but I don't respond. I step outside, and Caspian follows. Reaching his car, I yank the door open and slide in, shutting it behind me. He gets in after me, turning to face me. "Did I do something wrong?" "Yes! Bonding with my mom!" I blurt out, crossing my arms. His brows knit together. "You call that bonding?" "You tell me! You two were already talking about soup, and it had barely been five minutes! Five min-" Before I can finish, he presses his lips against mine, silencing me. The warmth of his touch melts my frustration as