Kiss Me Not

Kiss Me Not

<b> What do you do when you're the reigning kissing booth champion but the only person you want to kiss is your best friend's brother?</b><br /><br />Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women.<br />Not a lick. Not at all. <i>Nuh-uh-freakin'-uh.</i><br />I do care that he's doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain--making him my competition in this year's kissing contest.<br /><i>Why</i> do I care, you ask? Because I've had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was sixteen years old, but I also know it's never going to happen.<br />He's the Creek Falls bachelor to die for, and I'm the Creek Falls racoon lady who puts peanut butter sandwiches out for them every night.<br />I'm not going to let him break my four-year-long reign--no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he's not allowed to:<br /><b><i><br />Kiss me.</i></b>