Never did I think that he’d eventually be on the list of men I’d go on to kiss in my lifetime. Especially when I’d spent the majority of my ninth-grade year making out with his son. For practice, not for romance. I shiver thinking about that night when Theo had lifted me in the air and pressed me against the wall like I was nothing. Holding me up against him as he pressed his lips to mine. I can still recall that dizzy feeling of his hard body pressed against me and I feel my nipples harden and press against the fabric of my dark green dress at the memory.
