How did he know her name? He’d never, in all four years they’d gone to school together, even looked at her. And now she was getting invited to his party.

“Cool, I hope you can come. By the way, bring your swimsuit, I have a hot tub.”

“Sweet.”

“You want my number? Just in case you have questions,” Jonathan suggested casually, as if it didn’t really matter, even though Kelly had been waiting for four years to hear those four words.

“Yes! I mean, uh, sure, why not. Here, write it on my hand.”

She stuck out her hand, which was balled into a fist. Unfortunately, she had flung it out with a little too much enthusiasm. It traveled too far forward, and . . . Kelly socked Jonathan in the shoulder.

“Ow!” he yelped, jumping backward and staring at his shoulder. He glanced back up at her mortified face.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, it didn’t actually hurt that much. I’m hoping that was an accident, cause if it wasn’t, I’m going to need an explanation.”