Page 51 of Jacob
I subtly draw a line across my neck, trying to get him to stop saying the words I think he’s going to say.
“It was most definitely not me.”
Bastard.
“Huh?” Her mouth twists in confusion.
“It was Jay.” He points at me.
She whips around to look at me. “You were my first kiss?” she almost yells.
I force a smile, annoyed at myself that I never told her. “You were my first kiss, too,” I confess.
“No way,” she exclaims, her lips parting in shock.
“Sounds like a memorable first kiss.” Violet smirks, hiding behind her glass again.
Tomorrow, I’m going to put an advert out looking for new friends. Violet and Lincoln are a pair of schemers.
“Jacob kind of had a thing for you in high school. So, I let him take my place.” Lincoln takes another long mouthful of his beer.
“Will you shut the hell up, Lincoln?” I’m suddenly aware of how hot I am all over.
Skye pushes for more information. “So, you kissed me before Owen did?”
“I did,” I say so low I’m surprised she heard me.
“And that would have overruled your silly no exes agreement?”
Lincoln jumps in. “Technically, no. You weren’t dating Owen or Jay. It was just a game.”
“It was more thana game and a kiss.” Her voice is laced with annoyance as she shoots up to her feet and stomps out of the room.
I place my beer on the coffee table to go after her. “Nice one, douche canoe.”
“I thought she would find it funny.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. I totally misjudged that.”
“Oh, Lincoln.” Violet slaps him playfully across the back of his head.
As I step out of the living room into the hall, Lincoln’s front door swings wide open.
Oh, fuck off, Owen. Not now.
“Hey, man.” He slams the thick wooden door closed behind him. “Thought I would just fly in to see you before I head out to Barcelona on business for a couple of weeks. I’m off to that stupid digital factories expo we go to every year.”
“Skye’s here,” I blurt.
And she’s just found out I kissed her before you did.
“Good. I need to speak to her.”
“And I need to speak to you. I’ve been trying to contact you for days.”
“Can it wait until I’m back? I’m only staying for one drink and then heading home to pack. I’m on the red-eye flight.” He pushes his fingers through his blond floppy hair. “Sorry, Jay. I’ve been so busy with one thing and another.”
“Sure,” I say, defeated.What will another few weeks matter? I’ve been waiting my whole life for her.
Maybe it’s an omen and someone in the heavens doesn’t want Skye and me to be together.
