The Kissing Booth
Charlotte is quite shy, and she’s upset with me.
“Oh……what did you do?” She smacks his shoulder. “Anyways, it does not matter. Apologize to her, and we can move on.”
“M-move on?” I spotted, watching with wide eyes as Adonis placed a heavy hand on the small of my back, just above my ass. I nearly hissed at him.
I could have, save for the stars in his grandmother’s eyes, and the tightness of his grip on my waist.
“Yes. We need to schedule a one-on-one meeting with Kaya Wintour, print a magazine issue…”
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