Tied Up in You by Erin Fletcher

Author:Erin Fletcher [Fletcher, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: playboy, Entangled, friends to lovers, high school, hockey, Teen, YA, opposites attract, heroine of color, Teen romance, Hawaiian, student, Romance, YA romance, sports romance, woman of color, bffs to lovers, opposites, Erin Fletcher, sports, Crush, woc, reformed playboy, Hawaii
ISBN: 9781640631489
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Crush)
Published: 2017-07-10T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Malina

I slammed the front door and immediately started pacing the length of the entryway rug. My lips were still tingling. I could still feel the warmth of his hand on the back of my neck. Holy crap. I’d kissed Jackson. On purpose. There was no going back, which was good because I didn’t want to go back. Ever.

“Hey, Lina,” Mom said as I walked into the living room. She frowned as she studied me. “Everything okay?”

It was only then that I realized I had slammed the door hard enough to rattle the mirror on the wall. “Yeah,” I said. “Cold out there.”

She nodded and glanced up at the clock. “I didn’t expect you this early.”

The date had been short. It probably hadn’t felt very short to Krista or Troy, though. Oops. “Yeah,” I said. I took off my shoes and put them in their place in the closet. I wanted to head upstairs. To FaceTime Izzy and tell her what had happened. To text Jackson and say…what did you say to your best friend when you just shared the best kiss you’d had in your entire life? I didn’t know, but I was willing to figure it out.

But Mom muted the TV and looked up at me with this hopeful expression like she wanted nothing more than some girl talk and asked, “So, how was it?”

I had no clue how to answer that question, either. The date itself? Pretty terrible. The unexpected detour after the date? Pretty amazing. Tutu was sitting on the couch, weaving lauhala. Whatever she was weaving was so early into the process that I couldn’t tell what it was going to be yet. Maybe she couldn’t tell, either. I forced myself to calm down and took a seat next to her, careful not to disrupt the neat pile of leaves next to her leg. “It was fine.” I guessed if you took the awkward parts of the date and the incredible kiss and mashed them together, it probably evened out to “fine.”

“Only fine?” Mom asked. “Was he nice?”

Troy had, in fact, been very nice. Nicer than most guys would have been if they had to put up with what Jackson and I put him through. “Very nice,” I said. “Troy is a good guy.”

Mom frowned and picked up a glass of water from the coaster on the end table. “You don’t like him,” she said before taking a sip.

It wasn’t that I wanted to hide the kiss with Jackson from Mom and Tutu. It was that I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel about it yet, so it wasn’t something I was excited to talk about with adults. “I’m not sure,” I said, even though I was sure. I didn’t like Troy. Jackson had proved that.

Mom clucked her tongue. “Sorry, hon. First dates can be rough, though. Maybe give him another chance? Did I ever tell you about my first date with your dad?”

She had told me, probably about a hundred times. They

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