“Hey,” she whispered. The scent of honeysuckle reached me the same time she did. “Did I mention how much I love sundresses?” Her mouth twitched when she asked the question.

“No,” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. “I guess I’ll have to get some more then.”

“Please wear one to the dance next Friday,” she breathed on my lips. “Want to come hang out in my room?”

“Yes, please,” I whispered so close to her mouth I was practically kissing her in the hallway. She took my hand and led me up the stairs to the boarding rooms.

We barely made it through her door before I pulled...