Chapters (64)
- Cover
- Dedication
- 2008
- Chapter 1
- 2013
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- 2023
- Chapter 55
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- CREDITS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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I wanted to say Yes, absolutely, but Haley and I had discussed how to act around boys and decided we shouldn’t seem too eager. If you were too eager, they didn’t want you. “Maybe,” I said.
“Maybe, huh?” He leaned in a bit closer, and it seemed as if I could feel the warmth from his bare skin radiating at me. “We’re having a bonfire tonight on the beach. After sunset. You should come.”
My body buzzed with his nearness and the fact that this was happening right now. I was meeting a cute boy and he was interested in me and I was going to be kissed—I could feel it. “I’m here with my friends,” I said a little breathlessly, and glanced at Haley. She was laying out her towel with her sunglasses on, and I wondered whether she was watching out of the corner of her eye.
“Bring them,” Nathan said.
“Yo, Nate, game’s not over yet!” one of his friends called.
He glanced over his shoulder and then back to me. “I gotta go. But come out tonight. We’ll be right out here.”
“Okay,” I said, and then realized I’d agreed when I was trying to play it cool.
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That night I wore a baby-blue sundress with spaghetti straps, and I probably should have worn a sweater because the wind off the Atlantic could get cold, but I wanted to look cute. I had washed my hair and let it dry naturally into waves, and then Haley sprayed some product in it to make it look “beachy.” I put on makeup—eyeliner because it was dark, shiny lip gloss to make my mouth look kissable—and I thought the girl in the mirror looked great, if a little nervous. I had never kissed a boy before, and I was well aware of my lack of experience. I planned to change that.
I went to many more beach bonfires after that one, but because it was my first, it stands out in my memory like all first experiences. I still remember feeling like I didn’t quite belong there with all those pretty, rich kids. I still remember feeling a little awkward when Nathan asked if I wanted to go for a walk down the beach, alone. I hoped that if he noticed the blush on my face he’d chalk it up to heat from the fire.