Page 126 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“She did. She was so nice about it, too. I pulled her out of bed at 3:00 a.m., and I felt so bad, but she kept telling me she was happy to help.”

“But wait… wasn’t Kane with you?” I’m guessing Jamie calling Shay would’ve been a problem for him since he’s so adamant on keeping his circle small. Only people he trusts are allowed to know he’s in town.

“No, he, Drea, and Scar had gone home like an hour prior. Kane was sober and bored out of his mind. He wanted to leave the whole night.”

I hope that means him drinking in the gazebo was a onetime thing.

I nod. “So, it was just you, Cal, and Vince, then?”

“Yeah. Shay dropped off Vince first and then drove us home, but Cal was passed out in the back seat. And we ended up staying in the car for a bit. We were talking and laughing and…”

She doesn’t need to tell me the rest for a squeal to slip past my lips.

I sit up. “You totally made out, didn’t you?”

Her cheeks turn scarlet, a giddy smile spreading across her face.

“You totally did! How was it? Good? Bad? How did it happen? Also, I didn’t know Shay was gay.”

“She was going out with some douche canoe named Mason when I met her, and so I assumed she was straight and never even let myself look at her. Trust me, I would have if I’d known she was interested, but then after the kiss, I asked her about it, and she told me she’s pan. Mason’s the first guy she’d dated in a while.”

The next few hours basically consist of me demanding that Jamie shares every tiny detail about their hot make-out session.

She then tells me all about Shay’s confusing signals. They’ve been texting here and there since, but Jamie hasn’t wanted to bring up their kiss since she’s not sure if Shay regrets it.

These two have been toeing the line between being friends and possibly becoming more for way too long.

“I have no idea where we stand. I haven’t wanted to ask her to hang out just the two of us because I don’t know if she feels that way about me or if she just got caught up in the moment.” She lets out a groan, nestling her face between her hands. “First kisses are such a pain.”

I scoff, Kane’s devastating kiss playing on a loop in my head. “Don’t I know it.”

Her features twist with confusion, and she points a finger at me, squinting as she says, “Excuse me, ma’am, what does that mean?”

Shit.

Did I just expose myself?

“Nothing, I was just agreeing with you,” I lie.

She frowns. “Do you smell that?”

I stop and breathe in through my nose. “No.”

“Smells like a load of horseshit,” she accuses.

This girl knows me too well.

I chuckle. “Fine, maybe something did happen, but it didn’t mean anything.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh my God, who was it? Was it Cal?”

I cringe. “Not exactly.”

Jamie’s mouth drops open. “Holy shit… it was Kane, wasn’t it?”

Should I lie?

You’d think I said that out loud when she adds, “Don’t even think of lying to me!”

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