Page 723 of One More Kiss

His head turned to the side. “Isn’t that a boy’s name?”

“Do I look like a boy?” I shot off. I’d been made fun of at school my entire life because of my name. I had thought maybe here in San Sebastian, people wouldn’t be assholes, but it looked like that one sliver of hope was gone.

Even in the dark, I could see him scan down my body and back again. There wasn’t much to see with my arms wrapped around my knees and my chin resting on top of them. If I hadn’t been in this position, though, I knew I would most definitely not look like a boy. I’d developed earlier than any of the other girls in my grade back home. By fourth grade, I was wearing a B cup bra, and by the time they started getting their breasts in middle school, I was already rocking a double D cup. It was just another thing to be made fun of. Still, this guy didn’t know what was hidden.

“You’re most definitely not a dude.” His tone was husky and gruff, like he liked what he saw but was equally annoyed with it.

“Thanks for confirming what I already know.” I was already annoyed with the situation and wanted to get out of here and away from him.

I abruptly stood and removed his sweatshirt, which was now soaked. “Thanks. I should be going now.”

He hopped up with ease, letting me know he was probably an athlete. For a brief moment, I wondered what was underneath his clothes. But only for a moment.

“I’ll walk with you.”

“You don’t have to.” I didn’t want to have to make conversation with him. I wanted to get back to Trent’s, take a nice hot shower, and then fall asleep until the weekend was over.

“We’re going to the same place. It would be stupid for us—“

“Then keep quiet. I don’t want to talk.”

Tucking his hands in the pockets of his shorts, he chuckled.

“What?”

There was still humor in his voice as he spoke. “Nothing. I just think you’re probably the first girl I’ve ever met who doesn’t want to talk.”

I started off the way I came and shot off over my shoulder. “Well, I’m not most girls.”

“I’m beginning to see that.”