I Kissed A Badboy And He Was Mine
She turned to leave, but before I could stop myself, I pulled her close and crashed my lips on hers.
For a second, I was confused. It was meant to annoy her, but I felt a spark go through my body. I pulled her closer, needing more of her, but it lasted a second before she pushed me off and swung her hand to slap me.
I caught her hand and spun her around so that her back was against the wall.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“You kissed me!”
“Yes, that’s what boyfriend and girlfriend do, or do you want to give the crowd the wrong impression about our relationships.’