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I breathed a huge sigh of relief. “I’m so glad it’s you.”

“You are?” He looked a little surprised.

“Of course. I was worried I’d hooked up with a drifter.”

He laughed. “You weren’t hoping it would be someone else?”

I shook my head. I’d wanted it to be him. I’d hoped it was him. I’d been completely freaking out for no reason. Leo was...Leo. I wouldn’t have to leave town. My parents would live. Sophie wouldn’t die of heartbreak.

His smile was contagious. “Here, let me.” He rounded the table and pulled my chair out for me.

Before I could sit down he helped me out of my jacket. I would have kept it on, but I was so overheated.

“Thank you.” I sat down as he draped Jacob’s jacket on the back of my chair. I watched Leo sit back down. And for some reason I just stared at him. It really did all fit. Of course it was Leo. He was charming and funny. And I’d remembered the kiss being minty, and he’d smelled minty while we were dancing.

But then there was that second kiss at homecoming... “Just so we’re perfectly clear,” I said. “Because this mystery has been driving me absolutely crazy. You are actually my kiss thief, right? You swear?”

He laughed. “Yes.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“And I’m sorry, I should have told you right away. But obviously, you were dating Jacob. And I just really wanted to make sure I got you on this date.”

“I only agreed to come because I just had to unmask you. I’m still dating Jacob.”

Leo smiled like that didn’t bother him at all. “We’ll see about that after tonight.”

“There’s nothing to see. I’m in love with him.”

“Are you though?” He sounded just like RJ when he said it.

“Yes.”

“You know what else you’re going to love? The food here.”

I laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And I think you might have a little crush on ridiculous.”

“I don’t think so.”

He just smiled in response.

I put my elbows on the table and leaned forward. “When we danced at homecoming, you talked about Zach liking me. And Luis. But you didn’t say that you liked me.”

“I think I actually remember saying that I might be in love with you.”

I could feel my cheeks growing red. “You barely know me.”

“I know you better than you’re giving me credit for.”

That was true. We’d texted for hours. Sometimes way into the wee hours. He did know me. And I knew him. For some reason that made the silence that had settled around us feel very comfortable.

I pictured us dancing at homecoming and laughed. “I was so drunk when we were dancing. I touched your face, didn’t I?”

“You said my scruff was more rugged than my hands. And you sniffed me.”

I groaned. “I’m so sorry.”