I waited for her to go into all her proof, but she didn’t. I focused on believing her words anyway. “Right,” I said.

“But you need to kiss him to know for sure.”

“I know. I’m going to.” I had to. I didn’t want tonight to be tainted by this kiss thief nonsense. I took a deep breath. “I really do think it might be him. There are like a million signs all pointing to him.” Even though Sophie wasn’t listing facts, I had some.

“Did you learn something else?”

“Yeah, get this. Aunt Brooklyn told me the story of how her and Uncle Matt started dating. And it all started with him stealing her first kiss in a dark auditorium.”

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m serious. She called Uncle Matt a dirty kiss thief. That’s a direct quote. And he said he told her he was going to steal all her firsts.”

Sophie gasped. “Just like your kiss thief. Oh my God, do you think it’s Uncle Matt?!”

“Ew? What? No, Soph. I think that Jacob heard the story his whole life and is using it for a grand romantic gesture for me.”

“Oh. Yeah. That makes way more sense.” She laughed. “Sorry, this mystery has really gotten my head spinning. And probably that confession Sean had during Truth or Dare. So weird.”

I sighed. “Yeah, my kiss thief is definitely not Uncle Matt.”

“Definitely not,” she said. And then she laughed. “Remember when you thought it was my brother?”

I cringed. “Remember when you wanted to sleep with my dad?”

She gagged. “Stop it.”

“You stop it.”

She gagged again. “Sorry, I know we had a truce about that. I was just doing research about your six all afternoon and my brain was fried. But I’m like 99% convinced it’s Jacob now. How about you go lay one on your boyfriend and end this mystery once and for all?”

“Yeah. I’m going to.” But for some reason, my feet felt frozen. I couldn’t believe all the shenanigans I’d pulled since that first part of the year. And especially since Jacob and my lunch date. Clearly I shouldn’t have been hooking up with other people after that. I wish I could take it all back.

“Good. Text me immediately after. Although you’ll probably be spending the rest of the night going to third base, huh?”

I could picture her waggling her eyebrows at me. I laughed. “I think we should start with a kiss.”

“He’s already gone to second base, Scar. He’s your kiss thief.”

Every time she said it I felt more confident. “You’re right.”

“I know. Have fun kissing your cousin, byyyyee!”

“Sophie!”

She laughed. “I’m joking. Kind of.”

“We’re not related.”

“Not by blood, no. But you call his parents aunt and uncle.”

“So do you.”

“I’m not making out with him in dark closets though.”