Chapter 15

“I didn't want to impose or appear desperate,” I confess. “But now that I'm here,” I smile. “With you, close enough to kiss again, I realise that I am desperate, more than desperate, I can't stop thinking about you preschool.”

“Why don't you then?” she asks.

“I can't, you're inscribed in my mind now..” I trail off, cut short by her shaking her head.

“Not that,” she laughs. “Why don't you kiss me again, if I'm close enough to kiss then what's stopping you from going for it.”

I smirk, taken aback by her statement. 

“Well, I can't just kiss a girl without her consent .”

“Consent?” she asks, to which I nod. “I consent, you get a free lifelong ticket on this kissing booth, or do you need me to give my written, and not vocal consent?” she pouts, peering at me from under her lashes.

   I smirk, holding my gum and beer in one hand, and pulling her in with the other, my lips lined against her. She's a tease, and obviously thinks I'll b