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in heaven.”
    He gave a little laugh, taking a step closer before he said in a low tone, “You really think you know it all, don’t you?” He was so close that I had to look up to find his eyes. I was deemed tall for a girl at five foot nine but Miles still had me beat by at least six inches.
    With a challenging look, I quickly corrected him, “I don’t think I know it all, I know I know it all.”
    “Well tell me something, what do you know about this?” I didn’t recognize what he was talking about until he bent his head and pressed his lips to mine sending all types of hallelujahs through my limbs.
    It was a simple kiss.
    A perfect first kiss.
    A. .. what the hell am I talking about?
    He stepped back, wiping his lips of my lip gloss with a smile before he said, “Goodnight Ava.”
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    My lips tingled for a week straight.
    Anytime I licked them, moisturized them, put them to a bottle of Gatorade, I was reminded of the kiss.
    I had kissed on plenty of occasions, but none of them - literally not one - ever made me see stars the way that basic ass kiss did. And the fact that he just strolled away all casually like it was no big deal left me extremely flustered. I mean, who did he think he was showing up at my apartment door all late at night with my sister and then leaving with a kiss from me?
    We were supposed to be playing pick-up ball today, but suddenly nothing looked right. Every t-shirt I put on fit weird. Every ponytail I put my hair in didn’t sit right on my head. And I couldn’t find a pair of crew socks that actually matched for the life of me.
    Girl, you gotta chill.
    Why was I really so fazed by a little kiss from a little ass boy?
    Probably because he wasn’t a little ass boy.
    From the chisel in his jawline down to the little hint of a goatee, he was far from boyish in looks but that age…that teen ass age.
    Ugh.
    I reminded myself that it was my decision not to go there with him, settling with whatever I already had on - mismatched socks included - and headed out of the door. The court was only a few blocks away so I opted to walk instead of drive, giving me a moment to calm my nerves about seeing him, but more importantly psyche myself out of the fact that he could pretty much get it by this point.
    That’s gotta be the drought talkin’.
    When I made it to the court, there were already a few other guys there so naturally I gravitated towards them instead of Miles who was sitting alone adjusting his ankle brace. They all gave their what’s-up but mostly ignored me, too engaged in the conversation they were already having when I walked up. I sat on the ground, changing out of my walking shoes to my basketball shoes, before I got up to do a little warm-up. I could literally feel him watching me as I shot a few close-rang jump shots just to get my form right. I tried my best to focus on shooting the basketball, but his gaze felt so heavy against my back that I had to turn around.
    And boy did I regret doing that.
    He flashed that amazing smile at me, like he just knew he was the shit, before giving me a wink. I quickly turned back around and tried to resume shooting but my limbs literally felt weaker causing me to air ball. I heard him chuckle and turned around to give him the stink-eye but again... mistake .
    He’s so damn cute.
    My second look caused him to head my way, the absolute last thing I needed to be happening right now. But since I couldn’t let him know that, I took a deep breath and faced him straight up.
    “What’s up with the air ball, ma? That’s so unlike you,” he said with a laugh, as he took the ball from me and dribbled from hand-to-hand.
    “Everybody makes mistakes. Kinda like the one I made when I let you kiss me.”
    He picked up the ball, putting it to his side. “Ava, who do you think you’re foolin’? You couldn’t even say what’s up to ya boy cause you were still thinking about that shit. Don’t worry though, I’ve been thinking about it too. Well,