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“Goodnight, pumpkin.” He sighed again like I was exhausting him, and walked back out of my room.
I sunk down on my bed. Which now smelled like Axel’s cologne. How was I supposed to fall asleep now? Having Axel’s jacket was bad enough. But now he was...everywhere.
I sighed and grabbed my phone. It was blinking with a new text from my kiss thief. I bolted upright. When had that come in? Was it while Axel was still here? I clicked on it.
The message read: “You’re gorgeous.” And it was time stamped from ten minutes ago.
But I wasn’t sure how long I’d been talking to my dad. I didn’t think it had been that long... Was it possible that Axel had sent this? Or not possible at all?God.I could ask RJ to hack our security cameras again but I didn’t want to owe him another favor. One was plenty.
I looked back down at the kiss thief’s text.
“You’re gorgeous.”
I smiled and shook my head. I texted: “You’re supposed to send me a picture back.”
“I wouldn’t look good in a bikini. Too many feathers.”
I laughed. He was ridiculous.
Wait.You’re gorgeous.Jacob had told me that before. When he saw me in my sparkly dress at the party. It was him. It had to be.
My phone buzzed with another text: “Have fun dreaming about me stealing third base next time, baby.”
But Jacob had never called me that. Or spoken to me that way at all really.
My stomach churned. Surveillance of the men’s locker room so far was a bust. I didn’t know how to initiate a kiss with Jacob before the game. And I didn’t want to feel all torn up about this anymore.
Sophie was right. About everything. It was time to solve this once and for all. Operation Kissing Booth was a go.
Scarlett and the Kiss Thief - Chapter 26 – What the Heck is Happening?
Saturday
“Sophie, we can’t charge $50 for a kiss.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” She erased the little chalk board and changed it to $75.
“I didn’t mean go up. I meant it’s way too much. We need to charge like $5 or something.” Or else no one would stop by. And I had a baker’s dozen football players I needed to kiss.
“Wow, okay. You’re really undervaluing yourself. But I love that you want to kiss more people.” She erased the board again and changed it to $5.
“What? I don’t want to kiss more people. I want to kiss 13 people exactly. Well, and Jacob. And maybe Axel.” I was having a hard time getting the image of Axel in my bed out of my head. His cologne on my sheets had pretty much ensured that. I’d been tossing and turning for the past two nights.
Sophie laughed. “Well we’re only charging $5, so we’re going to be getting way more people than that now.”
Darn it, she had a point. “Maybe we should do like $15 then?” That seems like it would at least ward off drifters. I shuddered. I hated the thought that my kiss thief might be some rando.
“It’s already set in stone.”
“It’s in chalk.” I put my hand out for her to give it to me.
She chucked the piece of chalk into the grass. “Oops, we’re out of chalk.”
I sighed.
“Besides, we don’t have time to argue about pricing. The stadium is about to open and we need to set up these cameras.” She pulled out a little black box like the one RJ had for the V22s.
“Why do we need cameras?”
