And he kissed me. Cold lips, warm heart.
Plot twist. A major one.
I’m not supposed to be thinking about boys. My best friend, , says I have “goldfish attention span for romance.” One minute I’m sighing over the soccer captain, the next I’m sketching the name of the barista at The Grind.
I’m writing this while eating candy corn. I have made a mess of everything.
And he kissed me. Cold lips, warm heart.
Plot twist. A major one.
I’m not supposed to be thinking about boys. My best friend, , says I have “goldfish attention span for romance.” One minute I’m sighing over the soccer captain, the next I’m sketching the name of the barista at The Grind. And he kissed me
I’m writing this while eating candy corn. I have made a mess of everything. And he kissed me. Cold lips