Page 67 of The Pinkie Pact

Honest to God, that took my freaking breath away. I wanted to text back a million heart and kissy-face emojis, but I stopped myself.

Kara's light suddenly went out as well. In the darkness, I heard her voice from across the room. "So did you kiss him? Wait, no. I don't want to know. But I kind of do. Ew. No, never mind. Definitely not."

I couldn't help laughing at her indecision. "I'll never tell."

And I decided I really wouldn't even though it was so strange. I was used to talking about my sex life in detail with my friends. And with Kara, I couldn't because it was her damn brother.

Even weirder, I kind of didn't want to anyway. I thought about some of my close friends from home I could talk to about it. But again, it didn't seem right for some reason.

Everything that had happened between us after dinner felt like something special, something that should stay between the two of us, something to actually be treasured... especially because for the first time ever in my life, when Kieran and I had kissed, I had felt that thing that I always thought was a myth, that thing that only existed in fiction.

I had felt fireworks.

Get a Room

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The minutes and hours until Sunday night could not go by fast enough. No offense to Kara because I loved hanging out with her. But her brother? I was quickly becoming obsessed with him.

And as Kara and I studied a little, then watched movies and drank with some girls down the hall Saturday night, I always found myself only half-listening to the conversation because I was constantly wondering what Kieran was doing, where he was, and also if he was thinking of me as much as I was thinking about him.

Part of me wanted to stop this, wanted to end it before anything really happened. Somehow, this little casual thing was turning into something more that I hadn't counted on. And I didn't understand it at all.

Every night, he starred in my dreams... I mean, not always the sexy kind of dreams. Sometimes it was just talking or laughing or the weird creepy shit that showed up like a tidal wave that washed us down to the Mall where we clung onto the Capitol Building dome.

But finally, Sunday night arrived along with a whole bundle of nerves. We had texted a few times since Friday night, but I knew he was busy with some kind of project and a weekly basketball game with his dad. Ew.

That was another thing. I was just going to ignore that, though, because this thing with Kieran was never going to last. It's not like we were getting married or anything.

After another night of piled-up, discarded clothing on my bed, Kara and I walked to the club together where she said Gen was meeting her. Bear had texted that he wouldn't be there tonight because he was feeling sick. Aw, my poor Bear.

I still needed to work on finding some sweet girl that would make him happy... although as hot as he was, I wondered why he hadn't found someone already on his own. He could seriously have a different girl every night if he wanted to, but maybe he was picky. I didn't know.

But right now, I had other things on my mind, and that was a certain guy with green eyes that made me laugh and melted me with his sweet kisses.

When we walked in, my eyes immediately searched the room for him. And there he was! At the bar, staring right at me like he'd been waiting for me. He started toward me, and we met halfway where he hugged me to him and kissed the top of my head.

"That's so gross!" Kara said next to us. "I'm going to look for Gen."

Both of us laughing, we turned to look at her, and even though she was clearly disgusted, she also sported the world's biggest grin on her face as she walked away.

Kieran pulled back, catching my eyes. "Hi," he said. "I missed you."

Something about the way he said that gave me a little belly flutter. "Me too."

I couldn't help it. I stared at his lips, the magic of his kisses swirling through my mind. He must have felt the same because before I could draw a breath, his lips were on me and his arms were crushing me to him.

The music, the club, the people... all disappeared. There was nothing but Kieran holding me tight, nothing but his mouth on me, his hands grasping the back of my head closer to him, deepening our kiss, drinking me in, hungry.

"Yo, Kieran, maybe get a room," a male voice said nearby.

We broke apart and turned to see one of his friends as he passed by on the way to the bar.

Kieran smiled at me. "Sorry about that," he said.

"Sorry about what?" I asked, a bit dazed.

"Kissing you like that right in the middle of everything."

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