“Do you make it a habit of kissing strangers like that?” “Like what?” I ask, feigning innocence when we both know that it’s complete bullshit. “Like he’s your air.” I pull away so I can get a good look at him. “I wasn’t,” I defend. “Paisley,” he says in his dad voice. “I’ve watched that replay more times than I care to admit. I know what I saw.”
