He’d put his helmet back on like he was about to go in, but instead of running onto the field, he turned his head to see us.

She waved him over.

He glanced at Uncle Matt. But Uncle Matt was busy yelling at a ref. Ryan shrugged, got up off the bench, and jogged over.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“We need you to kiss Scarlett real quick.”

Why was this so mortifying every time?

“I heard you were handing out free kisses.” He pulled off his helmet, leaned forward, and pressed his lips against mine. And I...wasn’t sure. Shit, how could I not be sure?

He started to pull back, but I grabbed the front of his jersey so he wouldn’t move. I needed more if I was going to be able to tell if he was the kiss thief.

I didn’t feel the same butterflies I did when I kissed my kiss thief. But was that because I wasn’t in a dark room? Or was it because he wasn’t the kiss thief? Or because I didn’t have a crush on Ryan? His tongue darted across my lips and I parted my lips for him.

Ryan groaned into my mouth.

At first I thought it was because he was really into it, but then he pulled back and cursed. He picked a football up off the ground next to him as the ref blew the whistle.

“What kind of pass was that?” Sophie asked. “Is Axel high right now?”

I stared at the ball in Ryan’s hand. Yeah, that had been a seriously bad pass.

“Ryan!” Uncle Matt yelled. “Get your ass back on the field!”

“Later,” Ryan said as he ran back into the game.

“I seriously think Axel is high,” Sophie said as she turned to me. “But how was the kiss?”

“It was good. But not kiss thief good.”

“Noted.” She looked back down at the list. “Okay, next up is...”

“Go Jacob!” I yelled. I hadn’t been paying much attention to the game. But it seemed like Axel was handing it off to Jacob again. Because Jacob had just tied the game with a touchdown.

Jacob smiled over at me as he spun the ball on the ground.

“You two are adorable,” Sophie said. “And I hope Axel keeps handing it off after throwing it way out of bounds on his last toss. He hit Ryan right in the arm.”

“I didn’t realize the ball had hit him.”

“Yeah. But he was so into that kiss that he barely even cared.”

I shook my head, but I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. Kissing hot footballers was actually more fun than I’d been anticipating. Each kiss seemed better than the last. I’d gone from no kisses at the beginning of the school year to being a kissing expert. “So who’s next?”