Page 25 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

3) Be featured on Dancer’s Edge—or get a million views LOL whichever comes first!

4) Talk dirty (work on better insults).

5) Stay up and watch the sun rise.

6) See the inside of a police car.

7) Get a tattoo (daisy, dragon, lyrics/book quote?)

8) Get something pierced (ears, nose, belly button?)

9) Sneak out of the house.

10) Learn to drive a stick shift.

11) Go dancing at a club.

12) Crash a party.

13) Buy lingerie.

14) Have an explosive first kiss (preferably in the library)

That one was probably the most embarrassing.

But nope, I thought, wincing as I continued to read. The four after that were equally as embarrassing but for different reasons. The one about a first kiss revealed that I’d never been kissed—and that I wanted my first one to be in the library. Lovely. But the ones following it had to do with kissing as well. Kissing in the rain, in the car, in public, in my bedroom. What can I say? I was obsessed with kissing.

And now Kyle and Colton, two of perhaps the most beautiful boys in history, knew it.

My eyes closed on a sigh. “Could I just go die now, please?”

Aclicksounded from somewhere behind me, and I spun around in my chair to see Colton standing there, looking down at his phone.

“What did you just do?” I asked.

“Took a picture,” he said without looking up. “And to answer your other question, no you can’t die yet, Sadie. I’ve got a bet to win.”

I just stared.

“I figured you might not want to make a copy of your naughty list, so I decided to make it for you. You’re welcome.”

Standing up, I held out my hand for his phone. “Hand it over, Colton.”

“Hell no.” With one last look, he slid the phone into his pocket then met my glare. Colton’s look was cool and assessing. “How am I supposed to come up with a game plan if I don’t know what’s on the list?”

“Hmm, let me think,” I said, pretending to mull it over. “You’renot. I already told you I don’t need your help, and besides, I don’t think Kyle was serious about the bet anyway.”

“Yeah, he was,” Colton said. “We’d never joke about a bet—especially not one for 200 bucks. He’s had his eye on a new Gucci belt, and I’ve been saving up for some high-quality tinted windows. There’s no way I’m losing this.”

“And why would you need tinted windows?”

“So, I can hook up with girls in my car without nosey-ass people seeing in.” My disgust must’ve been showing because he shook his head. “Don’t look at me like that. I thought you’d appreciate the need for privacy what with all the ‘kissing’ mentioned on your naughty list.”

“Gah! Will you stop calling it that?”

“What? Your naughty list?” he said innocently. “I don’t know what you’re so ashamed about. It’s natural for repressed good girls like you to want to take a walk on the wild side.”

“I’m not ashamed or repressed,” I growled. “You’re just being an annoying a-hole. Like always.”

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