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She says hugging Brooks and I. “Kath, this is Brooks, my boyfriend and Kisses, Daniel’s girlfriend” Kylie introduces us. Kath smugly looks me up and down with no shame. Her designer clothes and handbags outshining my Michael Kors sandals. “Oh” She rolls her eyes, examining her acrylic nails. Daniel puts his arm around my shoulders, clearing his throat to break the tension. Tara and Jim say hi to Kath quickly, sneaking into the house. I shrug Daniel’s hand away, running after them.

There was Mia with her dark curls and mischievous grin, always the one starting chants at games; Jenna with pink streaks in her hair and a tongue piercing that glinted when she smiled, the wild one who snuck vodka into water bottles; Emily all legs and freckles, sweet but with a hidden edge; Sarah, the brunette with a killer ass and a laugh that turned heads; Taylor, blonde and bubbly with tits that strained every top; and Brooke, the redhead with piercing green eyes and a body made for sin. They all waved or winked, their outfits ranging from lacy bralettes to silk shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The air smelled like vanilla candles, popcorn, and something muskier underneath. “

“That’s Megan Strong. Calls herself president of The Fells. The blonde’s Kendra, her second-in-command, and the redhead’s Sandra, the secretary. More like her lapdogs if you ask me.” Eager boys stumbled into a line at the kissing booth. But Megan didn’t bother. She stepped out and sashayed by with her two butterflies. In her orbit, rejection wasn’t humiliation—it was charity. “They're coming this way,” Celeste breathed, nerves threading her tone. Her grip crushed my wrist. She yanked a cup off a passing tray and shoved it at me. “Hydrate or die-drate.” “What’s in it?” “Confidence,” she said. “Sip.”

Chapter includes mature content. Read with discretion. *** If Theodore wasn’t good at anything else--which he was--he was an excellent kisser. Abigail hadn’t had experience with many men in her life, but none of them kissed the way Theodore did. Of course, there was that kissing booth in high school where the student body president forced her to participate, claiming that it was ‘A duty to the school’. Abigail had spent the entire afternoon trying to get her mouth clean, even though there had been good and bad kisses.

Eva I've never wanted to kiss anyone before. Not like that, I mean. Before Nathan showed up and changed my whole life. I kissed a guy for the first time during that summer holiday a few years back. But he wasn't my boyfriend or anything. He was just a guy from our neighborhood and we used to hang out together. I hated it.

Until today…and it's all because of her. Charlotte fucking Venus. Who the hell names their kid Venus anyway? My younger brother’s girlfriend was everything pain could be. I fucking loathe the five-foot-three woman who always finds a reason to glare at me in the span of a few minutes of us meeting for the first time. I never go home, so all I could hear about the wonderful woman Lucas was dating were stories. Everyone believed she was a saint, everyone except for me. And now, the same woman is about to ruin my entire plans with her stupid idea. A kissing booth? Really?

Camille growled, lunging to catch Gabby’s arm before she jerked her in to join the group hug. I laughed when Gabby awkwardly smashed into me, her body tense with discomfort. Isobel was the next to break, sniffing through her giggles, and finally Camille joined in, before Gabby cursed all three of us and broke free. “Not funny,” she muttered as she wiped at her arms like we’d given her cooties. Watching her, Camille snorted. “I can’t wait until some guy you actually like and accept comes along and totally shatters your personal space. That’s going to be a hoot to watch.”

"Aren't you embarrassed that the first time we met, you kissed me and then you puked your guts out all over the grass?" "No, no, that was different, I was sick, I got alcohol poisoning. But this—" "—Is pretty much the same thing," he cut me off. "The only difference is: your reaction to kissing me was puking, and my reaction to kissing you was... well, I got hard," he just shrugged. Shamelessly too. Absolutely unconcerned and undisturbed. "What... are... you?" my jaw had fallen to the floor. Clearly, I had never met a character like him before in my life.

Instead of running away from there, Cerise was like a statue and just tugging at the straps of her bag while looking down, she took a few quotes, and they were still kissing there. Cerise never had friends, never had a lover, let alone kissed. As she was about to turn around, she ignored her steps. Cerise stumbled on her own feet. When she was about to get up, he just gaped at Asher, who was standing in front of him, raising his eyebrows. Cerise immediately got an instant strength and got up, but Asher immediately grabbed her body and pinned her behind the wall. The girl just looked down, seeing the toe of Asher's shoe that kissed hers. She looked up to see Asher staring at her. Asher has gr