We stopped kissing but that didn't break us from that sudden drama. He leans his forehead against mine as his eyes meet mine. And that was when I got back my senses. I just kissed a boy , not just a guy , but a tatted stranger Gray.

I flinch and move away from him. He smirks and shoves his hands in his pockets. I wanted to speak but my eyes couldn't help but check him out. Even if I was a nerdy depressed introvert , I could obviously tell when I see an absolutely pretty person. He was one of those. His toned self would make any normal girl...