I’m going to give my heart to the boy who I think deserves it.
The boy whose kisses are hotter than molten lava.
The boy who offered me the key to his heart.
The boy who asked me to Homecoming in a big, sexy way.
There are so many things to look forward to.
Parties at the Cave. Homecoming festivities. Drama Tryouts. Shopping trips to NY.
But things aren’t always as perfect as they seem.
I find out that my best friend has been keeping a secret from me.
Not that I can blame him.
I have secrets too.
But, for now, I’m going to pretend I’m just a normal girl.
I’m going to pretend he’s not still out there.
I’m going to pretend he’s not getting desperate.
I’m going to pretend I’ll never see him again.
But, I will.
After dinner, he parks his car down by the field house and leads me out onto the big green commons ground, where we played football and he kissed me in the grass.
My heels are sinking into the damp grass and I’m worrying about ruining the suede when he says, “This is where I first laid eyes on you.”
“No, it’s not. We met at dinner, when you said Riley was a cheap imitation of the real thing.”
He scrunches up his nose. Kisses me. “You tease me about the worse kiss ever, but you’re lucky I even talked to you. You were so mean.”
I laugh. “You were a jerk and, besides, I apologized.”
“Still, this is where I first saw you. When you stole the soccer ball from me.”
I remember that day so vividly. Like it was a scene out of a movie. I felt free and fearless. I could’ve never done something like that at my old school.
I glance over at the goal. The spot where I first saw Aiden.
I can still feel that instant connection.
But I’ve learned that instant connections aren’t enough. Sparks aren’t enough.
My mom always says that life is about the choices you make. And I know that I’ve made the right choice. The smart decision.
Because I’m here with Dawson.
“You didn’t have a shirt on that day. I thought you were gorgeous.”
“I thought you were crazy.” He laughs and grabs a piece of my hair, twirling it lightly on his finger. “Crazy, but hot. So, Keatie, will you be my girlfriend?” His big brown eyes glitter in the moonlight.
Our relationship has been all backwards. Bad first impressions. Bad manners. Bad kisses. Sex way too soon. My supposed rebound could have gone horribly wrong in so many ways.
But it hasn’t. It’s been better than I could have scripted.
“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Dawson.”
He undoes the necklace. I turn around and lift my hair up, while he clasps the key to his heart around my neck.
Of course, once he has it clasped he attacks my neck with his mouth.
Jillian Dodd grew up on a farm in Nebraska, where she developed a love for Midwestern boys and Nebraska football. She has drank from a keg in a cornfield, attended the University of Nebraska, got to pass her candle, and did have a boy ask her to marry him in a bar. She met her own prince in college, and they have two amazing children, a Maltese named Sugar Bear, and two Labrador puppies named Camber Lacy and Cali Lucy.
She is the author of the That Boy Trilogy and The Keatyn Chronicles Series.
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