The Kissing Booth
My cheeks sting red, and hurt for some reason, my heart pounds violently under my skin until it feels like it’s burst from my chest.
Adonis, on the other hand, is unfazed. He maintains the same calm, emotionless exterior. Like the kiss does nothing to him….
If anything, he looks annoyed….
Second, because of the sharp yell in the audience….
“Move!” The familiar chill runs down my spine at the voice…..I know it.
Of course I do.
Lucas tears through the crowd. They shift instantly like a wave parting down the middle. Security tried to haul him back, their strong arms pulling for him, but he pushes through anyway, his jaw right, his eyes locked directly on me.
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