~WILLOW~
Did I hear him correctly? There's no possible way that Dante just asked me not to take part in the kissing booth. I knew it wouldn't bother him one bit.
"I don't understand," I whisper. "Why don't you want me to take part? Aren't you also taking part in it?"
He nods, "I am." He answers me. "But I have no choice but to take part in it. I'm asking you to stay out of it for your own good."
"My own good?" I ask, confused.
His jaw clenches, "yes, you're unlike many of those girls who will be participating in it. They're experienced. They've probably kissed dozens of men already. They know what they're doing. You're innocent; you're not like them. Kissing a stranger would make you uncomfortable."
"Are you trying to say that I'm a bad kisser?" I demand, surprised that he would
