Things Good Girls Don't Do

Her resolve not to be so easily seduced was almost forgotten on Thursday when he’d stood outside her house with the Rock Canyon High School Glee Club and band and sang “Hard To Say I’m Sorry” by Chicago. If she hadn’t been standing in her monkey-see-monkey-do pajamas and the neighbors hadn’t started screaming, it would have been the most romantic moment of her life. As it was, her neighbor, Mr. Jefferies, had fired a warning shot in the air that sent the kids running.

He leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her head away and all he caught was her cheek. Next he grazed the little spot below her ear, leaving invisible heat marks long after his mouth was gone. “I was only kidding, Firecracker. I’d kiss you if you ate dog shit and barfed fish guts.”

Her mouth twitched as she tried not to laugh, coughing instead. “You would not, and that is disgusting.”