I’ve never been kissed like this. My list of boys I’ve ever kissed is extremely short and all occasions happened in elementary school, but Carter doesn’t know that. And I hope he doesn’t suspect by the way I kiss him back. I go with his flow, let him lead, dissolve into a bunch of sensory receptors and natural urges. Until my dad starts clapping his hands in my open doorway. “Hey!” We jump apart, nearly falling off the bed. “Olivia is here,” Dad says, frowning at us. She’s standing behind him in my doorway, waving at us with a ridiculous smile. “Please make sure that doesn’t happen again,” he
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Can never happen in Africa
