Page 27 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“Well, um… because I’m sick of being the only one who’s never kissed a guy before. All my friends have done it.”

He nods, and then he resumes his strumming on his new guitar.

“Kane?”

“Mm?”

“Yes or no?”

He looks up and stares me dead in the eyes. “Yes.”

It’s a wonder I don’t audibly gasp when he says that.

“Really?”

“Hell no. Are you on drugs?”

Should’ve seen that one coming.

“Why not? You’re like the only person I trust enough to ask, and I… I wouldn’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about.” I make myself cringe.

I’m that girl, aren’t I?

The girl trying to convince her brother’s best friend to make out with her.

“You can’t ask me that.” He rests his guitar next to him on the couch. “You’re just a kid, Hads. And you’re my best friend’s sister.”

If I had to make a list of the worst things people have told me in my life, this would be number one.

“I’m only two years younger than you!” I fire back. “And I’ll be fourteen soon.”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter how old you are, you’re still Gray’s sister. Take it from me, kissing’s overrated, anyway.”

I swallow the emotions clawing at the inside of my throat.

Kane’s kissed girls before.

Of course he has.

“My first kiss sucked.” He’s so casual about it, completely unaware that he’s holding pieces of my broken heart in his hand. “She used way too much tongue, and her breath smelled like fish.”

I crack a laugh, much to my disbelief.

He cringes. “And her lips… Drier than the desert.”

I chuckle, making a mental note to go stock up on ChapStick because you never know.

“Look, all I’m trying to say is, it’s not all it’s cut out to be. Not unless it’s with the right person.”

The last part of his sentence resonates with me.

I feel that way about him.

“You never held up your end of the deal, by the way.”

Green eyes bore into mine, and I mull over his statement.

“What deal?” I ask.