Told in Jake's POV
I didn't know what I was doing when I grabbed Kennedy's face and kissed her. I did it slowly, my lips moving against hers, and I noticed she didn't even move. She didn't care at all. Just fucking leave, man, I thought. And I agreed with my inner self.
I pulled away, turning from her hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I needed to get out of here.
I climbed off her bed, and then felt something cold grip my hand. It yanked me back on the bed, and Kennedy's warm lip were on mine. Oh God.
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my words to you (FUL sequel)
Short Storysequel to fifty unsent letters WARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL When Kennedy closes her eyes, Jake Gregory is heartbroken. He doesn't know what to do, or how to feel.. Feeli...
