Ethan’s hand darts up, and he grips the front of my baseball hat. His hat. My mouth opens, ready to protest if he tries to take it. But he doesn’t. He uses his hold to spin the hat around, twisting the front to the back. And without letting go, he tugs the bill down, tilting my face up. Then, with my lips still parted, Ethan kisses me. His mouth slams against mine.
