Sydney

Yes, Tyler Sinclair kissed me.

A sharp breath escaped me, my eyes fluttering shut on their own as I stumbled back, my spine meeting the sink softly.

‘Oh, my god!’ something roared in my head.

Then everything else faded.

The buzzing lights, the distant bass from the party, every fear I’d carried into that bathroom. Every single time I’d stuffed myself into some large hoodie to hide myself from Tyler Sinclair…they all sank down some invisible drain.

And all I felt was Tyler.

His mouth on mine—soft at first, like he still needed permission to let his thumb brush against my fat cheeks and gently nibble my lower lip....