“Aside from you, I've only ever been kissed by two other guys," she said without hesitation. “Roy Evans was my first kiss ever, two years ago, and then Aster Williams kissed me last year on the haunted hay ride."
I squeezed my eyes shut, along with my hands on her waist, willing the visuals away. “You shouldn't have told me that."
“Why not?"
“Because I'll hate them both now. Just like I hate that fucker Shane."
When I opened my eyes to look at her, there was a hint of humor in her eyes and a twitch at the corners of her lips. “I'm just saying I have nothing to hide. I'm not asking about all the girls in your past. All I'm asking is who and when was your last, before me?"
“You don't know her. She's not from Huntsville."
That was partially true. America wasn't from Huntsville, and tech
