“If I chose not to wear an article of clothing to class it would be.”

She shrugged. “Please stop tormenting your father. He’s just trying to spend more time with you before you head off to college.”

“He could do that at home.”

“I did try to tell him that.”

I sighed.

“I’m going to go get some sleep. Maybe change out of that dress before your father wanders down here and sees you?” She kissed the top of my head. “Goodnight, sweetie.”

“Goodnight, Mom.”

I watched her walk up the stairs. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t in trouble. And I’d found out a lot of interesting information. My father was a total dick to my mom when they first started dating. And my mom kissed someone after they were dating. I had so many questions. But maybe my mom was right. She had played fast and loose with her kisses. So maybe my little screw up tonight didn’t mean that much.

I made my way upstairs. I wanted to believe that the kiss meant nothing. But...it had been a really great kiss. I plopped down on my bed and closed my eyes. All I could picture was my back slamming against the wall and the mystery man’s hands on me. And the way his lips felt pressed against mine.

Seriously, who was it?

He’d kissed me like he’d been dying to do it for ages.

I remembered the feeling of him pressing the back of my hands against the wall. Possessing me.

My phone buzzed. I grabbed it and opened the text, expecting it to be Sophie checking in on me. But it was a text from an unknown number.

I bolted upright in bed as I stared down at the words.

“Did you dream about our kiss all night?”

It wasn’t Axel.

Or Jacob.

It wasn’t anyone I knew.

Or else I’d recognize the number. The words stared back at me. It was two in the morning. Whoever it was probably saw me leave the party early. They probably thought I was fast asleep. And that I wouldn’t see this text until morning.

“Who is this?” I texted back.

I wasn’t sure how long I stared at my screen. But my heart was pounding against my ribcage. Seriously, who the heck was this? I just kept staring, willing him to tell me who he was.

He finally responded: “So you’re lying awake thinking about our kiss instead? Good to know.”

Cocky asshole. I quickly typed back. “No, I’m lying here thinking about how angry I am that a dirty kiss thief stole my first kiss.” As soon as I hit send, I regretted it. I cringed as I stared at what I’d just texted. I’d told my stupid kiss thief that he’d stolen my first kiss. That was definitely information that he didn’t need.