Falling Like Leaves (Bramble Falls, #1)

by Misty Wilson

“Of course.” I’d felt like I was the only girl in my school who hadn’t been kissed. I’d wanted to be able to go home and not have to lie about it anymore. “You said you just wanted to see what kissing was like before going to high school, what all the fuss was about. I knew it didn’t mean anything to you. But I also already knew I’d never feel the same way about any other girl, so that kiss meant everything to me.” He draws his eyebrows together. “Even after you stopped responding to my texts, I thought if I just waited until you came back the next summer, things would go back to how they were. We’d spend another summer together, and then I’d tell you how I felt and hope like hell you finally felt it too.” “But I never came back,” I whisper. He nods. “Until now. And you’re different, but you’re still the girl I knew in a lot of ways. Too many ways, if I’m being honest.” I step forward until we’re toe to toe. Slowly, hesitantly, my hand reaches out to trace the details of his face, skimming along his jawline, my thumb sweeping over his cheek where his dimple is hiding. His eyes stay trained on mine as I press up on my toes, push his hood off, and let my fingers get lost in the hair they’ve been longing to touch.