It’s been nine days since Wade kissed me, seven days since our first date, five days since he pushed me up against his car with an intense kiss, and exactly two minutes since grinding my backside against him in a room full of people. I quickly excuse myself to the bathroom before becoming completely soaked. We’re at a concert. The snooty bitch, Jo (short for Joanne), whose name I’d recently come to learn - and who very cl...