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Avery: Did you finally kiss Sam??

And then another message pops up.

Courtney: If you didn’t, I’m going to lock you two in a closet until you do!

“Um, you might want to reply before Courtney gets more creative with her threats.”

“What?” he asks, frowning and turning the phone back to him. “Oh my God, she’s like a middle schooler.”

“They seem keen on the idea of us kissing,” I say.

Tommy closes his eyes and his face scrunches up.

“Are you okay?” I ask, feeling like I said something wrong.

He rubs his free hand over his face. “How was that sexy?” he mumbles.

I look down at myself, trying to figure out what he’s talking about and when I look up at him once more, his mouth crushes against mine. It’s over a second later.

“I need to actually leave your apartment so we can both be responsible adults who get the right amount of sleep and go to work on time.”

I’m thoroughly confused about the moment we just had, but I nod my head. “Alright then. Let’s get you out of here before you decide you’d like to learn how my curlers are properly stored.”

His eyes widen. “Do you want the truth?” he asks.

“About…”

“About that.”

“About you learning how to put away my curlers?” I ask, trying to keep up with where his mind just went.

He leans down so his lips leave a trail of goosebumps from my collarbone to just behind my ear. “If it means spending time with you, I would love to learn how to properly store every damn one of your curlers, Samantha.”

Now Tommy Landen is flirting with me about my silly curlers.

I’m a complete goner.

Chapter 26: Tommy

I accept the call as I’m exiting the stairwell.

“Are you keeping tabs on me?” I ask, waiting for their faces to pop onto the screen.

“Definitely,” says Courtney.

“Maybe,” says Avery at the same time.

“Give me a second to get into my truck.”

“No way,” says Courtney, her face taking up half of my screen as Avery’s lags. “You’re not getting off the hook that easily. Spill.”

My cheeks get hot.

“Oh, he’s blushing!” Avery squeals.

“He kissed her!” Courtney backs away from the screen and she does a series of victory dances.

“Oh my God,” I briskly scrub my cheeks, knowing that I’m definitely blushing. “How can you even see my face that well?”