Page 103 of The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad

“We’ve done all the ones on your list,” he said, a glint in his eye. “But not the ones on mine.”

I smiled up at him. “You don’t have a list.”

“It’s a mental one,” he shrugged.

“Oh, I see, and are there a lot of kisses on your list?”

“A few,” Colton said, one hand slipping into my hair as he leaned forward. “But once we’ve completed those, I’m sure I could think of some more. I have a good imagination.”

My breath caught as I felt the touch of his lip ring, his next words spoken only inches from my mouth.

“Maybe we should start now.”

“Whatever you say, Coach.”

Our lips met, and no list or check marks were necessary. No contract, no bet. Just me and Colton and this kiss that was unchoreographed, unscripted and amazingly real. Colton Bishop was my first kiss, and I wanted him to be my last. End scene. Roll the credits. It was simple: He was my person, and I was his.

Absolutely, completely, forever.

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