King dropped me off at my apartment and left a lingering kiss against my cheek. I was thankful for the streetlight that’d burned out above us to hide the blush it left against my skin.
The only kiss I’d ever had with a boy was in sixth grade, and it was for a gifted and talented play. In other words, no guy ever
bothered giving me one that mattered. I prayed, even though King was a gentleman the entire night, that we could branch out on a
limb and he might be my first.
He left me with a promise to take me out again over the weekend and watched until I made it into the apartment. The quiet sent
goosebumps against my skin as I gave my eyes time to adjust to the darkness.
Jordan’s room looked empty as I passed by toward the hallway. My foot snagged on something and I stumbled toward
