Zenia's POV
"YOU KISSED ANTON?!" Ashley asked, a bit too loud for my liking.
It was Sunday and she had come over to the penthouse for some girl chat. Of course, just like me, she was always interested in gossip and juicy stuff.
"Yes, I kissed him," I answered as I watched her trying on my favorite pair of sneakers in my bedroom.
"What was it like?"
"Just normal." I hated the feeling that there weren't any sparks, flames or electricity between our kiss.
"Sounds boring."
I scoffed silently to myself.
With EJ, our flame was out of this world. The boy knew how to get underneath my skin and have me craving for his lips on mine. Every touch from him automatically made my skin grow goosebumps. EJ was everything.
"Just don't let EJ find out about that kiss, or else he'll kill that British
