That Time We Kissed Under the Mistletoe (Abieville Love Stories #4)

Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Sara

Thirteen Years Ago: August

Three and I kissed tonight.

We were at our favorite picnic table behind Dips & Scoops sharing the same bench. We’d just finished our cones, and like always, I forgot to grab a napkin, so I had a little ice cream on the edge of my mouth, which should’ve been embarrassing, but I can’t even care about that now because of what happened next.

He reached out to wipe my lip with his thumb. Then he licked his thumb. And I guess I was staring at him because he started inching toward me. His eyes never left mine, even when he got super-close. And right before he kissed me, he asked if I was okay.

I THINK I said yes. I might’ve just nodded.

Either way, everything went into slow motion on the outside, while I had a total freakout on the inside. That’s why the details are hard to describe. But let me tell you, Three’s kiss was even better than I’d imagined. He was warm and steady and careful, and he paused to look me in the eye, like he was checking in to be sure I was all right, so I lunged at his mouth like some kind of lip-starved weirdo. Which maybe I am, since this was my first time kissing anyone, and all I can think about is doing it again.

I can’t believe I have to leave tomorrow, and since I’ll be away at St. Bernadette’s all year, I won’t see Three again until next June. Still, that brings me to the best part of tonight. Well, maybe the second best. Okay. Tied for first.

Are you ready?

Three asked if we could keep talking over the school year. And I said yes.

If my dad won’t let me come back next summer, I’m probably going to die.