Page 61 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

“Of course, she does.” Colton turned to me and shrugged. “Why wouldn’t she? Let’s go, Kyle.”

“Good luck, Sadie,” Kyle said and nodded to Tim.

As the twins walked off together, Betty looked pleased as punch to see them, gathering them both into a hug once they were close enough. Tim waited until they were out of earshot then pulled me to face him, eyes bright like he was on a sugar high, smiling like a kid in a candy store who’d just found the chocolate aisle.

“Sadie, why didn’t you tell me?” he said, voice full of excitement.

“Tell you what?” I asked.

“Well, for one, that Kyle’s gay.”

I blinked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, the boy may be in the closet, but he’s gay as gay can be. No wonder he’s never gone for you. I hit him and his brother with my come-hither stare, and Kyle reacted like a moth drawn to a flame.”

“I—”

“And the brother! Oh my God, I can’t believe you never said anything about the brother.”

“What about Colton?” I asked.

“He’s into you, Sadie.” He nodded as I shook my head. “Oh yes. Didn’t you see how he was staring at you? And how he got all jealous when he thought we were together? It was hot.”

I had to laugh at that. “Tim, you are so incredibly wrong.”

“I’m so incredibly right,” he countered. “There were definite sparks, and he was eating you up with his eyes. FYI, you were eating him up, too.”

“I did not look at him that way.”

Tim crossed his arms. “You look at him like you’ve kissed him, and you can’t wait to do it again.”

My face flamed up like a freaking forest fire.

“Oh my God,” he said, eyes widening, “have you kissed him? You have, haven’t you? Sadie!”

“Okay, okay,” I said as Tim wore me down, “yes, we kissed. Once. And I can’t stop thinking about it, which is really frustrating and confusing as heck. But it’s just because it was my first kiss, not because I have any weird repressed attraction to Colton.”

“Really? Because I’m positive there was some repressed attraction there.”

I gave him a look.

“So, you’re saying you’re confused about the kiss with Colton, and that’s why you may or may not have been looking at him with I-hate-you-even-though-I-want-you eyes?”

I shrugged. “If you want to put it that way, I guess.”

“Then you know what this means right, Sadie?”

I shook my head.

“You have to kiss him again.”

Kiss him again.

Kiss him again.

Kiss him again.

The words replayed through my head again and again during my performance with Tim. To be honest, I didn’t know how I managed to get through it without tripping, let alone stay on beat. My brain was so discombobulated. Besides those words echoing in my ears, the way Colton and Kyle’s eyes followed us across the dance floor made my heart race. Were they impressed? Did they like it? Hate it? Oh God, please don’t let them hate it.

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