It could’ve been a good moment to bow out, to find Trent and suggest he find somewhere else to find some ass, but she turned her eyes back on me. A hint of lavender caught my interest and I was pulled in again, and I didn’t want to leave.
“So, why do you come to these things if you don’t like them?” I asked, grasping for conversation. Anything to keep her talking.
“Well,” she said, crossing her arms. Guarding herself, from me. I dropped my gaze to the floor. “See, my friend drags me along as her designated driver. Sometimes she finds some guy she knows to hook up with and I go home alone. Other times, she’s drunk off her ass and I have to hold her hair back. Either way, I’m here for her.”
I nodded slowly, glancing around the pulsing kitchen. Some people had coupled up, making out in corners or on chairs. I suddenly felt like the only person not getting laid, and I suddenly didn’t care, because talking with her seemed so much more valuable than getting my rocks off.
“So, uh, where is she now?” I asked.
“Who the hell knows,” she replied with a wave of her hand. “Last I saw her, she was going upstairs with some football player from school.”
“School? You’re in school?” I raised my eyebrows.
She nodded. “I’m in my second year at UConn.”
It was my turn to nod. “What’s your major?”
“Business management,” she replied, holding her head up higher with a tinge of pride, and I smiled.
“I can’t say I know anything about that, but that’s pretty awesome.”
“Not really,” she laughed as the apples of her cheeks pinked and her lips spread into a small, warm smile. She held out a hand. “Kylie.”
“Damn,” I said, biting at the inside of my lower lip, fighting off my aching grin as I produced my own hand. My palm engulfed hers, and I felt like a giant. Powerful. Protective. “So, your name isn’t Nicole?”
“No, but that would’ve been crazy if you were right. I take it your name isn’t Jason?”
“Nah,” I said, still holding her hand. I didn’t want to let go. “It’s Devin.”
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS |
Thank you to my family for your support, encouragement, and the constant stream of suggestions. I don’t always take them but they’re always appreciated.
Thank you to Keegan, my forever Baby Bloop. Your constant laughter and amusement over the name Sean breathed something different into this story. Maybe that’s another reason why I’m so partial to this book—because it’s your favorite, even though I’m never going to let you read it. Like, ever. Well, okay, maybe when you’re forty. Maybe. Anyway, there are a lot of special kids in this world—a lot of whom are related to me. But, you, the bloopiest of bloops, saved me in a way you’ll probably never understand, and for that, you will always hold a piece of my heart untouched by others. Just don’t tell your sister.
Thank you to Danny. I kind of think I thank you enough, but let’s do it again. Uh … what can I thank you for this time … Oh, this cover. Holy fuck, this cover. Also, for finally booking a trip to Salem. I’m really excited.
Thank you to Jess for all of the time you give me and my books, you busy lady, you. I’m still in awe over the fact that YouTube brought us here. Who the hell thought that would happen, right?
Thank you to my beta readers, specifically Victoria and Emma. Your enthusiasm for Sean gave me a confidence in this book that I don’t think I could ever adequately thank you for.
Thank you to Jodi for being an incredible rockstar and for sending me random songs and poetry. God, I love that.
Thank you to all of my author friends. Every single one of you. Your support, advice, and your encouragement is a fucking gift I will never feel I deserve.
Thank you to Jon McLaughlin. I’m still waiting for you to follow me on Twitter.
And finally, as always, my dear readers … thank you. There are never enough thank you’s in the world for you. You have given my words a home, and for that, I will love you forever.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR |
Kelsey Kingsley lives in New York with her family and a cat named Ethel.
She believes that there is nothing better than a good doughnut and a cup of tea, and that there is a song for everything.
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