It was Saturday, and Pablo had taken Adrián to his parents’ house for the whole weekend, so Jimena took the opportunity to attend a sleepover at her sisters’ apartment. They’d invited Laura and Lisa.

“Okay, Jim, spill it,” Cecilia pressed, curiosity gleaming in her eyes and a mischievous smile curling on her lips. The look made Jimena nervous—she could already guess what this was about.

“Spill what?” she asked, feigning innocence as she narrowed her eyes.

“Oh, don’t play dumb, I saw you,” added Claudia, pointing a teasing finger at her. “So? How does the hot dancer kiss?”

Jimena nearly jumped at the bluntness of the question. She knew there was no escaping them, so she decided to tell them. With a long sigh, she smiled wickedly.

“Okay, fine, I’ll tell you.” She sighed again, defeated. “He’s an expert. I swear I melted when he kissed me. But…”

“But?” Claudia prompted reproachfully, already suspecting that the “but” had something to do with Pablo.

Jimena understood the tone. Claudia was