To be carried out in one night, on the same guy.
Lick him. Kiss him. Punch him.
I didn’t object.
After all, it was the last night before leaving for college, and I’d never see him again.
Or so I thought.
He was standing there, staring at me. I had no idea know who he was.
Until I noticed those lips. I could never forget those lips. No matter how many nights had passed. No matter how hard I’d tried to eliminate them from my mind.
How could one single kiss brand you with such depth and intensity? Without even knowing the person, let alone seeing his face.
It started off as a dare, now I’m afraid of what’s to come.
Because those lips shouldn’t be legal.