"Dustin," I hiss. He turns to me.
"What if we get caught?" I ask nervously. "Why are we even here?!"
He sighed. "Do shut up," he muttered, grabbing the back of my head and forcing my lips to his.
His strawberry, minty breath filled my mouth and I couldn't help but kiss back, my arms going up around his neck...
Wait... I am kissing Dustin!? My childhood best friend, the player, the one who broke my heart, the one I am supposed to hate, kissing me.... Then I realize we are being watched.
Kristen Moore has lived next door to Dustin Smith for twelve years, meaning they have been best friends since they were five. At the age of sixteen Dustin became a player. Kris had a wonderful life, without Dustin, until one day, he came to her house, knocking on her door, asking for help. What can she do but help him?
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