Everything started with one stolen kiss.
Now I'm not some Virgin Mary who has never had a boy kiss me, but this was Jacob Summers we're talking about. Jacob Summers may be the epitome of gorgeous, but he and I go as well together as peanut butter and sausages - horrible, I would know.
So why all of a sudden is he stealing kisses off me, and why the hell am I not stopping him?
There's one thing I know, and that is that those illegal kisses are affecting us way more than they should be.
copyright summercalling, steal and I will chop all your toes off.