Bullied By The Badboy
Olivia must be a sex expert, not a nun like me who stops the hottest guy from kissing her or doing more.
Pushing my hair behind my ears, he pecks my lips. I am less worried when our gazes lock, he takes my hands and laces our fingers with a smile. “Me too,” he whispers. I heard wrong, right? Ben cannot be a freaking virgin. “You confuse me, Juliet,” he says so low I have to strain my ears to pick out his words.
I press my lips against his in an innocent kiss. “You confuse me too, Romeo.”