Just a Kiss

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By eleven-thirty, I have made three excellent decisions. I stole a cupcake from Dalton's kitchen. I beat Logan at pool. And I have not checked my phone once.

That last one deserves an award. My father has probably moved from angry to homicidal by now, and Falcone—

No. Not tonight. Tonight belongs to me.

Logan drops onto the couch beside me with a bottle of water and hands it over.

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