The Year of Second Chances (A Sunnyvale Novel Book 3) by Jessica Sorensen Read Free Book Online Page B

was totally creepy.”
    “Were you there by yourself?”
    “Yeah. No one would take me, so I walked there by myself.”
    “And they just let you go?”
    I look away, unable to endure the pity in his eyes. “I did stuff like that a lot. It’s not that big of a deal.”
    “I don’t think you really believe that,” he says softly. “I think you know it’s wrong.”
    I stare down at my hands, avoiding eye contact with him. “Of course I know it’s wrong. But it’s in the past, so it doesn’t really matter anymore. And honestly, I don’t really want to talk about Lynn or my dad right now, not with what I just learned.”
    His gaze burns into the side of my head. “Then what do you want to talk about?”
    I lift my shoulder and shrug, peeking up at him. “I don’t know. Something fun.”
    “Fun, huh?” The pity erases from his eyes and is replaced by humor, letting me know he’s about to say something that more than likely is going to make me blush. “I think flirting’s pretty fun … if you do it right.”
    “Of course you think that.” I roll my eyes. “You’re a natural.”
    He seems amused by my declaration. “I am, aren’t I?”
    I roll my eyes again. “You already know you are.”
    He beams from ear to ear. “True. But that just means I’m a great person to practice on because I’ll be able to give you a few pointers.”
    “You’re really not going to let this go, are you?”
    “Nope, probably not.”
    I decide just how risky this could end up being. “You promise you won’t make fun of me?”
    He nods, sketching an X across his heart. “Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in Hannah’s eye.”
    I sigh, kneeling up on the cushion. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
    He grins, rests back on the sofa, and tucks his hands behind his head. “Okay, go ahead. Impress me with your flirting skills.”
    “Wait. What are you going to do?”
    “Sit here and watch.”
    I scowl at him. “That doesn’t seem fair at all. In fact, it sounds really awkward.”
    His lips curl into a smug grin. “Not if you rock at flirting.”
    I want nothing more than to wipe that smug smile right off his face. But, I know I’ll never be able to rock at flirting. I am a decent kisser, though. Well, I never got any complaints, at least. Then again, I haven’t kissed many guys.
    Not knowing what else to do, I stand up and position myself in front of him.
    He angles his chin to look up, the cocky grin playing on his lips. “So, this is your move?”
    I shake my head and sweep my hair out of my eyes. I’m rocking skinny jeans and a black tank, not a sexy outfit by any means, but I pretend to be all seductive like I’ve seen Indigo do a thousand times and swing a leg on each side of him, straddling his lap.
    The stunned look on his face makes me want to giggle, but I bite it back.
    “So, I’ve been thinking”—I rest my hand on his shoulders—“about you and me and how amazing we could be together. Like seriously. I bet kissing you would be way better than any other guy I’ve kissed.” I nibble on my bottom lip, drawing his attention to my mouth. Heck, yeah, score one for me! “But the only way to find that out is for us to kiss. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I mean, we can just try it, right?”
    His hands drop to my waist, delving his fingers into the sliver of skin peeking out from the hem of my shirt.
    “Fuck, yeah, we can,” he all but growls.
    I’m starting to give my “ha-ha I won” smile when he leans in.
    Wait? What? I thought we were just playing around. Tell him you were just playing around!
    Instead of listening to my thoughts, I remain frozen as his mouth inches closer to mine.
    Okay, I really did mean what I said. I want to find out what a real kiss with him would be like. I want to kiss him, touch him. I want him to do the same thing to me.
    Oh, my God, I’m a goner.
    Indigo once told me that being completely in love with a guy felt like skydiving, something she’s done once