Page 84 of The Boyfriend Swap

I shook my head. “No.” I slowly moved in to seal the deal with a kiss. I was still in a state of disbelief this was really happening, but in case I was dreaming, I was desperate to kiss him before I woke up. His lips were less than an inch away from mine when Principal Hogan called out, “Three-minute warning.”

Will pulled away from me and grunted. “Talk about bad timing.”

I bit back a groan of frustration. “I need to go to my students. I’m sorry.”

“I should get back to my seat.” Will stroked my cheek and smiled at me. “To be continued?”

I nodded. “Definitely.” My skin tingled from his touch.

“I’ll wait for you after the show.”

“You’d better,” I said with a smile. As I watched him walk away, I knew I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t wait another minute. I ran after him and put a hand on both of his hips to stop him.

He turned around and frowned in concern. “What’s up, Snow?”

I didn’t know what came over me. And I had no answer for him. There was nothing to say. There was only something to do. I grabbed his head with both of my hands and kissed him. And, oh my God, it was even better than it was at Oliver’s party in high school, even though, just like back then, he kissed me back. And just like then, he held my face in his hands. But although that was our first kiss ever and one I’d never forget, this kiss was the first kiss of the rest of our lives. This kiss was…I heard someone call my name, but it would have to wait. I wasn’t quite finished yet. As Will tapped me on the back, I pulled on his hair. It was so soft.

Wait…how could Will have one hand on each of my cheeks and another one on my back? I pulled away and looked at him. He stared back at me with a glazed expression on his face. And then there was giggling.

“Ms. Lane. The curtain’s up.” Aimee had a hand clamped to her mouth, but it wasn’t enough to suppress her chuckles. I followed her finger as she pointed it at the audience, who were gawking at us. I felt my face drain of color as I realized Will’s firm might have saved the music program, but I was probably out of a job. I glanced at them helplessly. “I’m so sorry.” Then I heard clapping from behind me—Principal Hogan. I turned to face him.

To the audience, he said, “I’m happy to report there will be no extra charge for the romance portion of the evening. It’s almost Valentine’s Day, after all.” He flashed me a genuine smile and resumed clapping while the rest of the audience joined in. I faced Will and laughed as he took a bow.

“Looks like I ended up with an entertainer after all,” I joked.

“At least I didn’t have to sing,” he said with a snicker before pulling me close to him again.

I whispered, “We still have their rapt attention.” I gestured to the audience, who were still riveted to the stage.

Will raised an eyebrow. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

My answer was another kiss.