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so much fun,” she whispers.
    I smile and pull her against me again. “Damn right it is.” I dip my head and kiss her one last time. I release her, then reach behind her and turn the doorknob, pushing open her front door. “See you tomorrow.”
    She backs up two steps until she’s in her doorway. “See you tomorrow.”
    She begins to turn and head into her house, but I grab her wrist and pull her back out. I wrap an arm around her lower back and lean in until my lips touch hers. “I forgot to accidentally touch your boob.”
    I catch her laugh with my mouth and graze her breast with the palm of my hand, then I immediately pull away from her. “Oops. Sorry.”
    She’s covering her laugh with her hand as she backs into her house. She closes the door and I immediately fall to my knees, then onto my back. I stare straight up at the roof of her porch, wondering what in the hell just happened to my heart.
    The door slowly reopens and she looks down at me, sprawled across her front porch like an idiot.
    “I just needed a minute to recover,” I say, smiling up at her. I’m not even excusing the fact that I’m shamelessly affected by her. She winks, then begins to close the door.
    “Six, wait,” I say, pushing myself up. She opens the door again and I reach up and grab the doorframe, then lean in toward her. “I know I just broke up with someone last night, but I need you to know you aren’t a rebound. You know that, right?”
    She nods. “I know,” she says confidently. “Neither are you.”
    With that, she steps back into her house and closes her door.
    Christ.
    Motherfucking angel.

Chapter Three
    “Let’s go!” I tell her for the fifth time.
    She grabs her backpack and groans, then stands up and pushes her chair in. “What’s your freakin’ deal, Daniel? You’re never in a hurry to get to school.” She downs the rest of her orange juice. I’m standing at the door where I’ve been standing for five minutes, ready to leave. I hold open the front door and follow her outside.
    Once we’re in the car I don’t even wait for her to shut her door before I’m putting it in reverse.
    “Seriously, why are you in such a hurry?” she asks.
    “I’m not in a hurry,” I say defensively. “You were just being really slow.”
    The last thing she needs to know is how utterly pathetic I am. So pathetic I’ve been awake for two hours now, waiting until we could leave. I probably won’t even see Six until lunch if we don’t have classes together, so I really don’t know why I’m in a hurry.
    I didn’t think about that. I hope we do have classes together.
    “How was your date last night?” Chunk asks as she puts on her seatbelt.
    “Good,” I say.
    “Did you kiss her?”
    “Yep.”
    “Do you like her?”
    “Yep.”
    “What’s her name?”
    “Six.”
    “No, really. What’s her name?”
    “ Six. ”
    “No, not whatever nickname you gave her. What does everyone else call her?”
    I roll my head and look at her. “Six. They call her Six.”
    Chunk scrunches up her nose. “Weird.”
    “It fits her.”
    “Do you love her?”
    “Nope.”
    “Do you want to?”
    “Ye—”
    Whoa.
    Hold up.
    Do I want to?
    I don’t know. Maybe. Yes? Shit. I don’t know. How screwed up is it that I broke up with a girl two days ago and I’m already contemplating the possibility of loving someone else?
    Well, technically, I don’t think I really loved Val. I sort of thought I did on occasion, but I think if a person is really, truly in love then it has to be unconditional. How I felt about Val was definitely not unconditional. I had conditions for every single feeling I had about her. Hell, the only reason I ever asked her out in the first place is that for about fifteen seconds, I thought she was Cinderella.
    After that experience in the closet last year, that mystery girl was all I could think about. I looked for her everywhere, even though I had no idea what she looked like. I was pretty sure she had blonde