What If
an excerpt

I think I was starting to feel dizzy. I was definitely starting to feel warm. He moved his mouth, very slowly toward mine. I had an age to protest. Something is going on here that I can’t understand. I expect Jasmine to show up at any moment and pelt me with eggs or something, but I let him keep leaning forward until his mouth is over mine.

Someone gasped. Or maybe we both did. All I could do at that point was close my eyes and rub my lips against his. It felt good. It felt amazing. I know I was definitely not supposed to be in a car, in the middle of nowhere, alone with a boy, kissing him, not at 15. But my birthday was only a month and a half away.

If someone would have told me just a few weeks earlier that I would be kissing Jonathan Jensen, I would have laughed in their face. My arms went around his neck and he leaned closer, sipping at the corners of my mouth as I pulled out for a breath.

“Is this okay?” I asked, though I don’t know why I asked. He kissed me, not the other way around.

“It’s perfect,” he said, his voice still breathy. He tilted his head and kissed me again.