His Stolen Kiss My Golden Reign
Language: en
My best friend was peeling an orange for me when she tilted her head and asked, completely out of nowhere: "When Owen kisses you, does he taste like oranges too?" My fingers seized against the hospital bedsheet. Before I could breathe, the door swung open. Owen walked in, casually tucking the corner of my blanket over my knees. His tone was breezy, effortless: "The director threw in an unscripted kiss scene at the last minute. Forgot to mention it." Sloane held a glistening segment of orange to my lips, her smile dripping with wide-eyed innocence. "God, the director was terrifying today.…