Brit and Jacob were just as surprised as I was that I’d agreed to go home with Cam over Thanksgiving break. I’d been afraid they’d lecture me on how absolutely insane this was, but they hadn’t. Both had acted like it was no big deal. Maybe the crazy was contagious? Besides, they’d been more interested in the other details of the date.

“So is he a good kisser?” Jacob asked.

I glanced around the class, praying that no one was paying attention. The professor hadn’t arrived yet and most looked half asleep.

Brit giggled. “Tell him what you told me yesterday.”

My cheeks warmed as I thought about what I’d told her on the phone when she’d asked me the same question.

“So he did kiss you?” Jacob’s dark eyes widened, but thankfully he kept his voice low.

Clenching my notebook to my chest, I ignored the way Brit bounced in her seat. “Yes.”

“Tell him,” she whispered.

Jacob nodded. “Tell me.”

I closed my eyes. “He’s a good kisser—a great kisser.”

“That is not what you said.”

A frown pulled at Jacob’s lips. “Tell me or I’m going to start shouting you kissed—”

“Okay,” I hissed, my entire body heating. The first kiss had been tender and soft. Even the second one had been a controlled exploration, but when I had laid back and he’d hovered over me? The ache was back just thinking about it, and well, that was awkward being that I was in history class. “He kissed me like he wanted to… eat me up.”

Brit giggled around her Twizzler.

Jacob’s mouth worked for several seconds and then, “I bet he did.” His brows were raised as he jerked his chin down. “Like he really wanted to eat—”

“I get what you’re saying. Thanks. Back to the important stuff,” I said, placing my notebook on my desk. “You don’t think going home with him is insane?”

Brit shook her head. “People go home with other people all the time. You know Rachel Adkins, right? She’s in your art class. She’s going home with Jared instead of flying back out to California.”

“Aren’t those two dating?” Jacob asked.

My shoulders slumped.

“Not anymore,” Brit said, pulling a Twizzler from her pack. She pointed the ropey red candy at me. “They broke up, but she still goes home with him.”

Still didn’t make me feel that much better about this. Throughout class, I alternated between paying attention to the lesson on the Middle Ages and wondering if I was really going to go through this next week while I nibbled on the Twizzler I’d swiped from Brit’s bag.