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“Just a bit.” He smiled again. “Did you tell Jonathan about the prom yet?”
I gave him a “You’ve got to be shitting me” look, and he laughed.
“Stupid question.” He held up his hands in a playful surrender. “You’ll be fine, though. Trust me.”
“Can you show me how?”
“What?”
“You heard me.” I looked right into his eyes. “Can you show me how to kiss?”
“Absolutely not. Jonathan would have me murdered.”
“Jonathan isn’t here right now.” I walked over to his door and locked it, watching his eyes widen as I stepped closer to him. “You said I could always ask you for anything, no matter what. You promised.”
“I should’ve added fine print.” He stood up from his chair and started to walk away from me, but then he sighed. “Okay, fine, but this never happened. Are we clear?”
I nodded.
He remained silent for a little while longer, and then he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“The first thing you’re supposed to do is shut your eyes.”
“If I shut my eyes, you’ll leave the room.”
“I honestly wish I’d thought of that first.” He smiled. “I won’t, though. Close your eyes, Hales.”
I squinted, not trusting him.
“All the way,” he said, waiting for me to oblige.
“Okay.” He placed his hands on my waist and pressed his forehead against mine. “He’ll probably pull you close like this. And then he’ll try to position your head, so it lines up with his.”
I felt him tilting my chin up with his fingertips.
“Then he’ll press his lips against yours, and depending on how good of a kisser he is...” His voice trailed off and the next thing I knew, his mouth was pressed against mine, and he was kissing me.
And I didn’t want him to stop.
He tightened his grip on my waist and slid his tongue against mine, silently directing me to follow his lead. I wasn’t sure why my heart was racing uncontrollably, but I kept my eyes shut as he kissed me even harder.
Just when I thought I was getting the hang of it, there was a knock at the door.
“Corey? Hayley?” It was Jonathan.
We immediately tore away from each other.
“Yeah?” Corey walked over to the door and opened it. “What’s up?”
“The door was locked,” Jonathan said, holding up a fork. “I ordered Chinese. Want any?”
“Be right there.”
“Hayley?” Jonathan looked over at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I smiled, immediately changing the subject. “Did you get Chinese for me, too?”
“You don’t like Chinese, so I got you a salad.” He smiled back. “Are you sure you’re okay? Your cheeks are red as hell.”
