Rylie's POV
"What are you doing?!" I squealed, jumping away from Blake the minute his lips were on mine. My heart was pounding so fast I could hear it in my head and I didn't need a mirror to know that my face looked as red as a tomato. "Why—"
"We're a couple who just snuck into a janitor's closet before classes. Couples don't do that unless they want to make out. We have to sell this, you know," Blake said matter of factly. He ran his hands through his hair until they looked messy but not too messy. "Now you... or should I help you?"
"No. No. I'll do it myself..." I mumbled, keeping my distance from him. His explanation was solid but the kiss has caught me off guard. I hadn't even recovered yet. It was all I could think about while I tried to make my hair look messy.
"Good e
