Turns out, all it takes for me to act on a very, very bad idea is a little peer pressure.
Well, more like nonstop pressure from my peers—in person during work, over text after work, and all throughout the weekend. The onslaught can be summarized in one simple question: When are you gonna ask Jessa out?
When are you gonna ask Jessa out?I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our kiss. If this were one of the movies Penelope likes to watch, that one kiss would have had life-changing effects on the protagonists.
But this isn’t a movie.
This is real life, and to be honest, it shocked me how perfect Jessa’s mouth felt on mine and the soft noises she made when I deepened our kiss. I can’t explain the rush of emotions that left me breathless and wanting more. The truth is, I’m lonely, and
