The One True Me and You by Remi K. England

Author:Remi K. England
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group

Chapter Sixteen

KAYLEE

For several long minutes, I stand in the exact spot where Teagan left me. Lips burning, heart hammering, insides hot and unsettled.

I just made out with a girl.

I, for the first time ever, had a girl’s tongue in my mouth and her legs between mine.

God, it was fantastic.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the framed mirror over the hotel room desk and see the giddy grin on my face stretched ear to ear then immediately blush a deep red and look away. I can’t go out in public like this. People will think I’m out of my mind.

I step into the bathroom and splash some cool water on my face, shocking myself back down to earth. It’s fine. It’s all fine. I just made out with a girl, a gorgeous, amazing girl who kisses like a firecracker, and everything is fine. Better than fine, amazing, because making out with a cis boy has never done anything like that for me. This was new, and hot, and much more like what people—like I—am always writing about in fanfic. Connection, and a needy push and pull of mouths and hands and—

I splash another handful of water on my face in an attempt to cool off then press the soft white hotel towel to my burning cheeks.

Maybe this means life will be different now. Maybe I can have girlfriends. Maybe when I get home, I can find—

Home.

No, I can’t. I can’t do any of that.

Because this place, this situation … none of it is real.

My stomach heaves, and I drop to my knees in front of the toilet in case my innards decide to become out-ards.

I can’t have a girlfriend in Plainsborough. My mom will find out. My teachers will find out. Miss freaking North Carolina will find out immediately and make my life even worse than she already does.

I made out with a girl, and it was fantastic, and I can never do it again outside of this con.

At least, not until college. An entire year away.

My phone’s text alert echoes off the bath tiles, surrounding me with its tinny rendition of Dear Evan Hansen lyrics. The distraction settles my stomach slightly, and I lean back against the bathtub to read it.

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