Page 76 of Mr. Wrong Number

I smiled. “Um, how would you be doing that...?”

“Break dancing. Duh.”

“Um, I’m afraid I’m definitely going to have to make you prove it.”

And Nick, bless his heart, flashed me a grin, stood, and started moonwalking in the middle of the packed coffeehouse.

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“I HAD Areally great time talking to you, Olivia.”

“Same.”

We stopped in front of my building, and I was so ready to be done with the date. Nick was great, but in person we had none of the crackling electricity that’d existed in our texts. Like, not an ounce. Honestly, I couldn’t even imagine Nickthinkingdirty thoughts, much less sending them in a text. Or teasing me. He was just... nice.

I swallowed and looked at his face—reallylooked.And he was definitely cute. I hated the stupid ick factor, because it had arrived, and all I felt in my stomach was ick for Nick.

So disappointing.

Dammit—NO. I stepped forward and put my mouth onhis. A test kiss. Maybe we’d share a kiss for the record books and it’d change everything. I wasn’t above forcing things at this point—I needed a win.

Nick made a breathing whistle sound through his nose, and then he turned his head and just let go with his everything.

He kissed the shit out of me.

I didn’t know if he had a grotesquely oversized tongue or if he was just trying to see if he could fit the entire thing in my mouth, but kissing him messed with my breathing. There was so much happening in my mouth that I couldn’t get enough air. It was full of intended passion and an ample amount of saliva, but it just didn’t work.

And it felt like I might have collected a beard hair in my mouth.

I pulled back and smiled. “Thanks again for the coffee. Have a good night, Nick.”

Colin

Nick texted me after the date.She seemed nice and I think it went well.

Perfect.

I kept watching for Liv to text something to Wrong Number, but she was unusually quiet. I went upstairs to the gym and lifted, and when I got home, there was a message.

Miss Misdial:Thanks again for tonight—it was fun.

I wanted to keep it brief, so I responded with:Agreed.

Miss Misdial:About the kiss, by the way.

I read it twice, then read it again. The kiss? They kissed? Nick fucking kissed Olivia?

I texted:Yeah, let’s talk about the kiss.

I waited. I paced and guzzled water while I waited. Then I fired off a text to that motherfucker.

You KISSED her? Why the fuck did you kiss Olivia?

When my phone finally vibrated, it was both of them checking in at the same time.

Nick:She kissed me, dude—swear to God.

Olivia:It was a bad idea; let’s just forget I did it, okay?

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