I can’t hold back my grin, even though we’re a little late. I slept in Kingston’s arms last night after coming with him. I kissed his lips before he left this morning. I don’t think anything can bring me down right now.

I quickly put her hair in a bun, smoothing it out before we run out to my truck, and I get her to school just in time. The first bell has already rung at the high school by the time I get there, but I’m in my seat before the tardy bell, and I see a sly grin playing on Kingston’s handsome face.

Kennedy gives me a dirty look—still pissed about my Team-Kingston speech—but I couldn’t give a fuck. She was hateful to him. She shook his confidence so much that he started this thing with me . . .

Hmmmm, maybe I should be thanking her.

I shake that thought away because no matter what, I never want Kingston hurt, and I wouldn’t ever wish that on him. Still, knowing what it’s like to kiss him and rut against him until we both blow our loads is a gift.

One I don’t take lightly. One I know I can’t keep.

I’m going to try to enjoy the hell out of it while I can though. I realize we’re both getting something from this now. He’s gotten his swagger back, that’s for damn sure, and I feel . . . I don’t know . . . less lonely than I ever have.

It probably doesn’t make sense. He’s always been my friend, but I spent so many years feeling so different. Other guys would talk about their first kiss, and I’d have to go along and play the part but never truly getting to experience that.

Until now.

I look over at Kingston, who is coincidently watching me at that moment, a goofy grin on his face, and I wonder what he’s thinking about. His cheeks heat and tinge pink, and I look away quickly because now I can pretty much guess what’s on his mind.

Keep it together, Prescott.

Now is not the time to out yourself. It may never be the time, not in this town. That thought sobers me up quickly, my gut clenching because I really do need to be more careful.

This thing with him is addicting and dangerous. If we aren’t careful, we’ll both suffer some pretty severe consequences. We’ll be ostracized and possibly bullied. His King-of-the-High-School status will be ruined. Whether he admits it or not, I know that’s important to him. His popularity matters to him, and that’s okay. He brings joy to the whole school with his bright smile and good looks. His funny jokes that are actually funny. His school spirit and even the love of the town he exudes. It all matters too.