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“I only get to kiss you for one more show.”
    I bit my bottom lip, looking down.
    He wants to kiss me again!
    I yanked.
    And then my breath caught in my throat.
    My finger was stuck.
    In my hair .
    Oh, shit.
    The amount of hairspray in my hair, combined with it being shoved under the wig for so long, had turned the strands into a rat’s nest. I pulled, my adrenaline pumping.
    Just keep twirling. Your finger has to come out of your hair. It won’t stay there forever! Calm down!
    “I don’t mean to make you nervous. You’re getting all rashy again.”
    “No! No, I’m not nervous,” I protested, trying for one, hard yank.
    Nothing.
    “Are you… okay?” Trevor asked, taking a step closer.
    I nodded, gulping before lifting my watery eyes to his. “Trevor? My finger is kind of… stuck. In my hair.”
    He looked taken aback, and then reached for my hand.
    Sure as shit, my hand was wound tightly into my hair. I could feel the knot cutting off the circulation in my finger.
    “How did that even happen?” h e asked with an incredulous laugh, turning for the door. “Hold up, there’re some scissors in the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”
    He disappeared through the door.
    I sat gingerly on the bed
    Oh, my god, I’m a fucking moron.
    I can’t believe this is happening to me!
    I waited, ramrod straight, for almost five entire minutes. I knew it was five minutes because my eyes were trained on the clock near Trevor’s TV.
    What was taking him so long?
    Leona Lewis began to croon about it all getting better in time.
    Shit.
    The more I fought my finger, the more the tangle grew.
    “Sorry!” Trevor burst through the door, and I jerked at the sudden noise. “Everyone kept asking me questions.”
    “That’s okay,” I assured him. “I’m the idiot with a finger stuck in my hair.”
    He laughed, settling next to me with the scissors. “You’re not an idiot. Well… I don’t want to cut a giant chunk out of your hair. What should I do?”
    “Just cut the strands around my finger?” I suggested.
    “Okay, hold still.”
    I was free in no time, with minimal damage. He held the tiny lock of my hair in his hand, awkwardly handing it over to me.
    I giggled. “You can keep it. A souvenir.”
    He laughed, setting both the scissors and the hair on his dresser. “I love how funny you are.”
    I beamed.
    And then wham, he was kissing me.
    I landed with my back on his bed, and his arms locked around me. I opened my mouth, and then closed it, remembering Theresa’s words. Let him stick his tongue in first.
    Too late. The second my mouth opened, his tongue delved, and I just went with it.
    His hand was locked at my waist. He had two choices; north or south.
    Somehow, I had to get him south, but past my skirt. Legs.
    I lifted my knee to press against his side.
    Inevitably, my skirt slid down my thigh, giving him easy access to everything under my skirt.
    Before I could correct my failed maneuver, his hand slapped to my hip, his thumb pressing into my thigh.
    Shit. Shit!
    Fingers beneath the side of my panties.
    Gram had bought them for me, and they were cotton and white, nearly reaching my belly button.
    I tried to squirm away, but his eyes were already narrowed.
    Shit. Granny panties. In the most literal of senses.
    “These are hot,” he teased, tugging at the elastic band.
    “I needed something… that worked with my costumes…” I began to stutter and ramble, breathless, my mouth only a moment away from his.
    “ Sexy ,” he mumbled with a smirk.
    “But I didn’t mean to… invite you to them,” I tried, reaching to smooth my skirt. “I was just trying to move my leg against you.”
    “Oh,” he quickly removed his hand, eyebrows raised. “Am I going too fast?”
    “No,” I shook my head, mortified. “No! I mean, just… not under my skirt, okay?”
    He grinned.
    I balked.
    Fuck . What did that even mean?
    That meant all the fucking hills and dales between my forehead and my toes, except under my