Page 58 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
Yes, yes, and yes.
“You’re an excellent kisser, Bailey Tucker.” He leans in a bit as we walk so his mouth is closer to my ear, and I’m not sure if it’s because he doesn’t want anyone to overhear or if it’s just for show. Toni and some of her friends from the games area are a little way off, and they’re definitely watching us.
Maybe word has already spread.
“You sound surprised,” I say. “Did you think I wouldn’t be a good kisser?” I turn to face him to avoid making eye contact with Toni. I don’t want to answer questions. Not now. Not yet.
His lips twitch slightly like he’s amused by the question. “I guess I never gave it much thought.”
I arch my brows. “You’ve never thought about kissing me?” Disbelief is clear in my voice, and I don’t wait for a response. “Liar.”
I’m not sure where that even comes from. My voice is low and breathy, and my words are all bold confidence.
It doesn’t even sound like me.
His eyes widen slightly before his gaze drops to my lips.
My heart hammers in my chest.
“What did you just call me?” His voice is low and teasing, but it’s not like his normal mockery. There’s a flirty, sexy edge there that I’ve never heard before.
My belly does a backflip in response, and my heart races as he holds my gaze.
But I look away first. I face forward, scanning the parking lot for his car as I strive for a more casual tone. “I just mean, we’ve known each other forever. You’re a guy, I’m a girl…”
He doesn’t respond right away as we reach his car.
“It would be weird if you didn’t think about it.” My voice sounds stupidly loud in the quiet parking lot.
He opens the passenger side door for me, which is...a first. I look around to see if we have an audience, but we don’t.
When I look back, he’s wearing a familiar smirk and his eyes glint with laughter. “What I’m hearing is,you’vethought about kissingme.”
My lips part and my eyes widen. “No, that’s not what I?—”
“It’s fine,” he says, giving me a little nudge so I slide into the seat. “You’ve been fantasizing about me for years. I get it.”
“No, I didn’t say?—”
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Smurfette.” He leans over the car door and even though I know he’s teasing, I can’t come up with a response. “You’re a young woman with needs, it’s totally natural.”
“I don’t have needs,” I hiss, my cheeks burning.
He bursts out laughing as he shuts the door, and I’m kicking myself for reacting like a prude just like he knew I would.
He opens his door and climbs in.
I fold my arms. “Are you through?”
His eyes are still dancing with laughter, but his smile is surprisingly soft. Almost affectionate. “I’m just kidding around, Bailey. You know that.”
I roll my eyes. Of course, I know that.
He starts the car and we head toward home. I don’t know where Zack’s mind has gone, but I can’t stop replaying what we just did.
Now that the shock is fading, I take it apart, moment by moment. That kiss, Grayson’s rage, how it must have looked to everyone else…
“What now?” I ask.
