<em>~Mila, unkissed so far~</em><br/><br/>Mila watched as Bo kissed Marisol, purposely not watching Nicci's reaction. She wasn't sure she wanted to see.  When he extended his hand toward her next, her eyes widened in surprise.  She'd given him an out, said she didn't need a taste test.<br/><br/>She felt nervous, her heart beating a mile a minute, and she was pretty sure that her face was red.  She shouldn't have felt like she was poaching on Nicole's territory, but it was exactly what was running through her mind.  She glanced at Marcus, wondering if he already knew that Nicci and Bo had kissed earlier.<br/><br/>She had to grab his hand, which also meant she had to unfurl herself from her little cocoon.  Which was too bad because she really wasn't dressed for mixed company. Her tank top was thin and hugged her otherwise-bare breasts.  She reminded herself that they were all adults, and everybody in this room would be seeing a lot more of her soon.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Mila grabbed Bo's hand and smiled softly at him.  She pulled herself up so that she knelt and leaned in.  Before he could take control, she gave him the tiniest little peck and scooted away, forcing herself to make eye contact. "Thank you, Bo," she said, and then turned to look at Marcus, who sat next to her.  "Fair is fair," she nodded, and pecked Marcus' lips, too, just as briefly and casually.  "I suppose, now, that I'll need to kiss Angus tomorrow.  Keep the competition on the up and up?"<br/><br/>She glanced at Nicci, an apology that shouldn't have been there in her expression.