OK, I started the kiss, but he didn’t mind, judging by the force of his mouth on mine and that little grunting noise he made.

What am I doing? I yelled inwardly, though I didn’t stop doing it – I got more involved. His fingers ran the length of my hair, and then wandered into the pockets of my Levi’s. He’s an infuriating brat, I reminded myself, but my lips seemed to enjoy his so darn much!

It was an explosive first kiss. All of that passion we’d put into yelling at each other had definitely found another outlet. But soon, the real fireworks started.

“Amanda!” a stern voice spoke. Gulp. Of the things that could have torn my lips from his – a cute movie star, a tornado, or an apocalypse – my least favorite was standing there with his hands on his hips, and his face turning purple.

“Hi, Daddy,” I said as sweetly as possible.

“What’s going on?”

“Well,” Jimmy started, “don’t you remember that talk you gave the boys, Pastor?”

I told you he was infuriating. I think Daddy agrees with me.