“This is bad. Really bad. Why on earth did you text him ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’?”

“Because it was a good idea. Now spit it out! What did he text back?”

I showed her his response. It was just two simple words. The first two words I’d heard from him in days: “You first.”

Chapter 19 –This Russian Chick is Amazing

Tuesday

Sophie tried to get me to snap a sexy photo for my kiss thief right away. But I’d panicked. My kiss thief seemed to know me. Which meant he shouldn’t really expect me to do that. If he actually liked me...he should understand that first kisses didn’t usually leap immediately to texting nudes.

But he’d still asked.

And thoughts of him preoccupied my mind all of last night and all day today. You first. His words rolled around in my head on repeat. He wanted a picture of me. It made me feel desired in a way I’d never felt before. You first.

I’d never been one to back down from a challenge. And I felt myself cracking. “Is it possible to make the pictures tasteful?”

“We’ll make it classy,” Sophie said for the umpteenth time. “I promise.”

I held my books against my chest. “I don’t really have anything that sexy to wear.”

“Guys drool over girls in uniform. We just need to undo a few buttons and roll up your skirt...”

“Sophie, I’m only just getting ungrounded at midnight tonight. I’m never rolling my skirt again.”

“Fair. Well, you can just borrow some of my lingerie,” she said way too loudly for the halls of our school. “I have this really nice lacy black set that pushes my boobs practically up to my chin.”

Why was she shouting? Oh. Never mind. I knew why.

“The last guy who saw me in it was practically drooling,” she yelled as we passed by Mr. Halifax’s open doorway. He was sitting at his desk, but he looked up at her ruckus.

“And I’m going to wear it on my date with Pavel tomorrow,” she added before Mr. Halifax was out of view. Sophie was beaming. “Do you think he heard all that?”

“I think everyone heard all that.” I shook my head. I knew she was more experienced than me, but I was starting to wonder if I should really be taking advice from someone who was trying to seduce her teacher. “Sophie, you are not playing it cool at all.”

“I’m definitely playing it cool. Mr. Halifax is going to be thinking of me in lacy black lingerie while he’s in the shower tonight. Trust me.”