Chapter Twelve
I’m still smiling when I get home. Even the fact that I have to park in the road because the driveway is blocked by Adam’s friends’ cars can’t turn my lips down. I sit in my car, humming a song and replaying the night’s events, that same silly smile on my face and my insides almost as jellylike as when Jackson first leaned over to kiss me. I don’t remember much of the movie after that first half hour, but I’ve become intimately acquainted with Jackson’s lips.
Our plan was to have a romantic dinner somewhere after the movie, but at 8:30 pm on a Saturday evening, everywhere decent was already full. We ended up in the mall’s food court at the Burger King, which I hadn’t exactly pictured as part of our Perfect First Date—I was certainly hoping my new dress would get to see fin
