It’s not that it’s the first time I’ve kissed a stranger.
When you don’t date much and you had the wild college phase a lot of girls do, accidental kisses happen.
But before, it was always in an upscale wine bar or after a short hike in the park. Or maybe after watching an Arizona sunset too perfect for life while some cute dumb Scottsdale boy invites me on his dad’s private jet.
That’shappened often enough over the years.
Men like me, and I like men.
I just don’t reallydatethem.
I’ve stayed away from lethal older single dads for good reason.
Messing around with a guy casually, that’s one thing. But when kids are involved—oof.
And I’ve been happily keeping my distance from men ever since Kelso Tully cheated on me just when we were getting serious.
Fending off fuckboys, that’s normal and boring. Old habit.
Then along came Kane Saint with his panther-like bedroom eyes and hockey body and big heart behind barbed wire.
Down went my shields.
Now, I’m cut to ribbons.
Stupid. So, so stupid.
This actually feels worse than college. I’m grown now, not innocent and naïve and forgivable because I haven’t learned how to keep my hands to myself with guys who bring nothing good.
What was Ithinking?
The obvious answer is I wasn’t.
Goddammit.
Thankfully, it’s early enough for me to pop next door and see the Babins. That’s what I decide to do.
I could use the distraction, and the excuse.
If the kids ask why I wasn’t around tonight—I didn’t give a reason, I just fled—then I’ll have a real alibi.
I also text Hattie in a panic, firing off messages until my thumbs hurt.
Hattie!!!
I did something dumb. help
What would you do if you kissed a guy you’re accidentally living with?
And by what would you do, I mean what should I do
Because I might’ve kissed my renter
And it might’ve been really good
And his kids might have walked in on us
And now I am freaking OUT so text me back when you finish laughing. Thanks and bye
