Josephine was the daughter to a rich doctor father and trophy wife. She wasn't a socialite like her sister Gwen, she was just shy plain old Josephine. She was the pariah of high society. When her mother sticks her with the job of managing a kissing booth at a stuck up charity event, one kiss from beautiful and popular Olivia Winchester changes everything. All rights reserved to moi. Copyright © 2014 TheGodAthena17 Old Cover by: @jennisonsilverye

"I love you," I whispered as I ran my hands through her hair, "more than you will ever know." She shifted under my touch and I jumped backwards quickly. "Cadence," she asked, "is that you?" "Yes," I whispered, "I'm here." I froze due to the nerves. She reached for me and I moved in so she could feel my skin. She cupped my face and I tensed. "I did," she muttered, "I heard what you said." I closed my eyes and waited for her to speak again. She didn't and I knew she was waiting for me to say something. To deny it, or to lie about it. I couldn't, and had been for far too long. "Cat," I started and hated myself for the shaking in my voice, "there's no need to lie about it anymore. I love you," I stopped, "but I don't just love you, I'm in love with you, my best friend." She gasped and I knew what was coming next. Rejection, hatred, failure.

"I'd like to propose a toast," I raised my glass and looked around the room at the various expressions staring back up at me, "I'd also like to take this opportunity to clear something up." The room silences and every set of eyes were on me. I met a few of them before I had the courage to even talk again. "First off, I want to say congratulations to the bride, I love you mom." I gulped and looked at my brother who was trying his hardest to keep his eyes averted from mine and focused on the tall glass of wine he was illegally drinking. "The rumors are true," I looked from my brother to CeCe, who looked extremely terrified, "I think- I mean, I know I'm head over heels in love with my brother's girlfriend." Gasps echoed through the room, and whispers began to make me feel more worried than ever. "Enjoy the rest of the reception." I waved towards the DJ, who turned the music back up. I avoided the hands reaching for me through the crowd or the congratulations and 'lesbian' comments and headed straight for the bathroom. I was sure I was about to throw up.