"Nick's making me twirly!" Jessica complained as she paced in front of Cece.

Cece smiled in delight. "You're twirly for Nick?"

She stopped pacing. "That is not what I said."

"Okay, Jess." Cece said soothingly. "But, what have you told me was your best kiss?"

"It was Spencer," she said slowly. "He kissed me on our third date. He was nervous and got my eye on the first pass. It was sweet," she said defensively.

"Yeeeeah." Cece waved her hand dismissively. "And if I were to ask you that now, what wouldyou say?"

Jess went quiet as she thought about the kiss in the hallway. The way he'd grabbed her arm. How he'd held her close, his hands moving like they didn't know where to land, until he'd wrapped them around her and held her close against his chest.

And his mouth. It was like he'd noticed every guy she'd ever kissed and had learned what she'd liked. His lips soft, then hard, but always insistent.

Her brain had short circuited at the first touch of his lips, her arms going around his shoulders to make sure he didn't pull back. He'd knelt just enough for her their mouths to be more closely aligned, their torsos touching. She could still feel his hands pressing warm and firm against her back, down to her waist, before his hand had come up to cradle her face. The shuddering breath he'd let out at one point had nearly made her knees give out.

When he'd loosened his hold and straightened up, she'd taken a hitching breath, trying to regain her equilibrium. Then he'd leaned his forehead against hers, rubbing slightly, before leaning in to give her a soft, sweet, savoring kiss. He did it once more then cradled her face, looked her in the eye and told her, "I meant something like that."

Cece smirked at her friend. "You just shuddered," she pointed out helpfully.

"I did not! Shut up!" She crossed her arms defensively and tried to shake off the twirlies.

"Space and time, Jess. That's what you told me." She reminded her.

"I had completely forgot about Sam, Cece. I forgot he existed let alone was waiting for me in my own room until he opened the door. Nick wiped my mind clean," she admitted. She flopped down on the couch and whined, "What if that was my best kiss, Cece? What if Nick Miller was my best kiss ever?"

Cece patted her knee. "What's wrong with that? You like him, right?"

"Of course I do. He's one of my best friends."

"Don't lie to me. You told me about that dream you had." Jess held a finger up to shush her and Cece rolled her eyes. "You guys are getting back to normal now, right?"

Jess shrugged, thinking of the weirdness of the past couple days. "We're getting there."

"So, if you weren't roommates, would you date him?" She slipped in.

"Of course...," she turned and glared at her friend. "That's not fair, Cece."

"It so totally is." Cece put her arm around her and Jess leaned her head on her shoulder. "You could move in with me for a while. Jump Nick. Voila! No roommate weirdness," she suggested

helpfully.

"Not funny." Jess made a face and hugged herself a little tighter. "I want to live with Nick," she said softly. When Cece snickered she amended quickly, "and the other guys! I want to live with Nick and Schmidt and Winston. All of them."

"Of course you do." She rubbed Jess' arm soothingly. "You never know, you might be able to have both one day."

Jess sighed and snuggled closer. "It was. Hands down. The best kiss I've ever had, Cece."

"I know, sweetie."