The Kissing Booth
“Well, since you aren’t going to say anything, I’ll only assume I am right….you are jealous of Lucas.”
I don’t let her get far. Before I can think about it, my hand finds hers, pulling her onto my lap, my grip on her waist and hips tight while I crash my lips to hers in a brutal, harsh kiss. For a moment, we’re stuck that way, waiting for the other to make the next move. Then after some time, she pulls back, her eyes wide with shock, staring at me with her red lipstick smeared lips.
Just when I think she's going to pull away, she’s crashing her lips back to mine as well, in an equally ferocious, hungry kiss I made sure to return.
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