Chapters (39)
- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“WHAT?” I ASK, feeling my breath catch in my throat. “That’s not—”
“Keely hasn’t had a turn yet,” Hannah says to the room.
What is she thinking? She knows Andrew and I are tiptoeing around each other, trying to pretend everything is still normal. But then I realize—she doesn’t know. I still haven’t told her I went through with the Plan. She doesn’t know Andrew and I have already kissed, have already done a whole lot more. She’s wanted us to be together for so long. Of course she’d jump at this chance. She probably thinks she’s a genius.
I glare at her.
“Well?” Danielle says, motioning between Andrew and me. “We’re all waiting.”
“Right,” Andrew says. He brushes his hands off on his shorts and then moves closer to me. He’s actually going to do it. I feel my pulse quicken, my heart in my throat. My mouth is dry and I reach my tongue out to wet my lips, tasting tequila on them, the sting of lime. This won’t be so bad. It’ll be over in a few seconds. That’s all it will take—all people will expect. Just a few seconds, his lips against mine in a peck, and then it will be done. Except a part of me doesn’t want it to be over that fast. A part of me wants more than a few seconds, more than a few minutes, to sink into him, to melt against him. I shake my head and push that part far away.
“Okay,” I say, letting out a shaky breath.
“Okay,” he says back, threading his hand through my hair. I wonder if any part of him wants this too. I can’t let my emotions show on my face, just in case no part of him wants me at all.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sophie Piznarski get up and leave the room, and Cecilia lean forward to watch, her hands pressed so hard into the floor they’re turning white. But then all I can see is him, green eyes focused on mine. And then I can’t see anything at all as my eyes close and our lips touch. It’s just as I remember it. I didn’t realize you could grow familiar with someone’s kisses after only kissing them once—but that’s what it is: familiar. He tastes like home. I never knew home had a taste, a smell, could feel like someone’s lips on mine—slightly chapped and dusted with salt. All I can hear is the rush of blood in my ears—if anyone is clapping or cheering, I can’t tell.