Book 1: Chapter 7

He stopped by the kitchen and picked up the leather jacket that he apparently had laid across the back of one of the chairs. I wondered what had happened to it while he had been kissing me and by the way that he was dusting it off, I assumed it had landed on the ground somewhere. I had to keep my mouth shut as he walked out the door. I knew if even a squeak came out then I would end up begging him to stay. He paused as he opened it to look back at me and then looked back as if he just remembered something he wanted to say.

“By the way do you know who started this rumor I was gay?”

OOPS, BUSTED LIZZIE.

My eyes widened innocently, and I shook my head unwilling to throw my best friend under the bus.

“Well, it needs to be corrected. Michael the mail boy has been flirting incessantly with me and I’m fairly sure daggers are in my back from his boyfriend,” he said shaking his head. “Call Lizzie, she’s worried about you.”

I shook my head, bossy man. A giggle ro