~DANTE~
"A kissing booth?" I ask Damon, surprised at what I'd just learned.
Why on earth did they come up with that idea? That sounds like trouble.
"It's not a booth," Damon answers me. "It's a private room where any girl could come in and make out with guys from the academy."
"And you're telling me there's no way we could get out of this?" I demand. "There should be a f*****g rule that excludes married men, at least."
"If there was a rule like that, what the hell am I supposed to do?" Damon demands. "I'm not married to Clarissa. Not yet."
This was the first discussion we'd had like this in a while. It felt good but still strained.
"Does the girl have a say on who she's getting to kiss?" I ask him.
He shook his head, "she doesn't know. It's a surprise. To make things fair,
