Page 68 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

My third choice was a brunette who was on the other side of the room. He had his hands in his pockets, was tapping his foot to the music, and from here, I thought he was good-looking. Guy #3 got a scowl from Colton.

“He’s wearing a UNC jersey.”

“And?” I said. “So are half the guys in here.”

“That shirt probably means he’s a frat boy,” Colton mumbled before taking a long pull on his water.

“I think a lot of them are, judging by the number of jerseys.”

“Didn’t take you for a jock chaser, but okay, if that’s what you want. He’ll probably kiss you—if he’s not too busy staring at his own pretty boy reflection.”

“First of all, who said anything about kissing?” I shook my head at him. “And second, have you ever heard of the pot calling the kettle black?”

Colton tsked. “I have, but it doesn’t apply. Unlike him, I woke up like this, no mirror time needed.”

“And you’re so humble, too,” I said sarcastically.

“Who needs humble when you’ve got a face and body like this?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Colton’s tone was serious, but I knew it was a joke. The small smile he wore while I laughed said as much.

Once I’d stopped, I asked, “So, what next?”

“Just go introduce yourself, and get to the kissing,” Colton said then cleared his throat. “Who knows what the guy may be carrying—those jocks get around—but hell, you need somebody for your list, right?”

I hadn’t wanted to tell Colton, but I’d actually already made up my mind. About my list, I mean, and more precisely about the kissing parts. There’d been a lot of time to think while I’d waited for him to pick me up tonight. I just didn’t know what I’d do if he turned me down.

“Colton?” I said.

“Yeah?”

Okay, deep breath, Sadie. You can do this. Time to swallow your pride and carpe freaking diem.

“I was hoping you might want to be my kissing partner.”

“Come again?” Colton’s face had frozen at my words, but now his forehead creased in a frown. “I must’ve misheard. I thought you just asked me to be your kissing partner.”

I closed my eyes on a sigh. “Please don’t make me say it again.”

“But…we talked about this. I thought you wanted someone else.”

And here was the hard part.

“Believe me, I’ve thought about it a lot since then,” I said. “It just has to be you. Okay?”

Colton ran a hand through his hair. “But you don’t even like me. I know it can be confusing with the twin thing. Sadie, I’m not Kyle. This is Colton Bishop you’re talking to, in case you forgot.”

Okay, I was starting to get a little angry now. “Thanks, Colton, but I can tell the difference. Even at his worst, Kyle never gets on my nerves as much as you do.”

“Oh, I get it,” he laughed. “Kyle pissed you off, and you want to get back at him. Why didn’t you just say so?”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is it, Sadie? I’m drawing a blank here.”

“Holy smokes.” I threw up my hands. “I know you, Colton. Alright? I know about your expertise in this area, and I’ve basically known you my whole life. Crazy as it sounds, I don’t think I’m the type of girl who can just kiss someone I don’t know.”

Colton looked stunned, so I decided to spell it out for him.

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