Page 137 of All We Need

I bite my lip, pulling a throaty groan from him. “I’mopen to that.”

He chucks an arm over my shoulder and smacks a kiss to my cheek. “Nocan do.Myshift’s about to start.”

“I thoughtSimonwas coveringOurPlace’sstall today?”

Like two unruly caterpillars, his eyebrows dance. “Heis.”

“JesusChrist, not this again,”Grahamgrumbles as he gestures toward the abandoned stall across from us. “Youpromised you wouldn’t do this again.”

Booth vibrates with laughter. “Yeah, butAlyhasn’t seen me in action.”

“I’m confused…”Mywords trail off whenIread the sign again.

KissingBooth.

Booth.

“Oh my god.Thisisn’t real.”Ispin out of his hold. “You’remanning a kissing booth?”

He gestures dramatically down his body. “Duh.IamBooth.”

My palms muffle my words as my head drops into my hands. “Youwere a lot more tolerable when seasick.”

For the next hour,I’mforced to watchBoothflash his blinding smile to almost every female inSuttonBayas they line up at his stall—plus a few men.Hedrinks it up, chatting and laughing with each person as they hand over their ticket.Atfirst, the idea of him kissing strangers repulsed me, but to my surprise, he places a chaste kiss on their cheek or hands them aHershey’sKissif they prefer.

His entire family has turned up, laughing at his cheesy pickup lines and over-the-top character.Atten dollars a ticket, he’s making a killing.

I turn toJo, who’s been wolf whistling the entire time. “Whatdoes he do with the money?”

A wave of sadness washes over her, but it’s quickly replaced with adoration. “Hedonates it all to a charity that raises awareness about brain aneurysms and treatment.Ilost my mom to one whenIwas sixteen.”

My hand quickly finds hers, squeezing tightly. “Inever knew.I’mso sorry.”

She shakes her head. “Thankyou.Itwas a long time ago.He’sbeen doing this for years—even whenIwasn’t living here.”

My attention drifts back toBoothto find him already watching me.Heraises his hand and crooks a finger in my direction.Comehere, he mouths.

I fold my arms, pop a hip, and stare him down.

Someone nudges me in the back, andIturn to findGrahamsmirking at me. “C’mon,Aly, it’s for charity.”

Mortification has my body overheating when everyone chants my name.

Aly.Aly.Aly.

NowIreally hate small towns.

I scowl atGraham. “Ilike you better quiet.”

Not wanting to drag this out,Istomp over toward the stall.Booth’ssmile widens with each step untilI’mstanding a foot away. “Let’sget this over with.”

“Jealous,Silver?” he purrs.

“Hardly,”Igrit out.

“You can’t be mad at me.Ididn’t even flash them my moneymakers.”

My eyebrow rises. “Whaton earth are moneymakers?”

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