“Should I call you, or did you only kiss me ‘just because’?” He studies my expression. I roll my eyes. “Call me,” I say, “and we’ll find out.” He kisses me, earning a labored moan from Benjamin in the front seat of Sam’s car. “Okay, then.” He flashes me a smile. I watch him walk the whole way down the drive, permitting myself to enjoy the view of his swimmer’s stride in skinny jeans.
