Wesley covers the length of the room in less than a second. He pulls me toward him and kisses me, and he’s such a crazy, blow-my-socks-right-off amazingly good kisser that I practically melt into the floor. 

I can’t even believe this is happening. 

I am kissing Wesley James. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The balloon falls to the floor and my hands find their way to his shaggy blond hair, which is even softer than I imagined it would be. Wesley’s hands are sliding up my back, bringing me closer, until there’s no space left between us. We are all over each other and there is nothing “nice” about it, no wondering if this is right or if I like him. There is no thinking at all, just fireworks. 

Everything—everything—about this moment is perfect. And, like all the best things in life, absolutely worth waiting for.