"no kissing, making out, fingering, blow jobs, fucking, making love, me eating you out, or any physical contact for the whole summer." jack said as my breath hitched in the back of my throat. "you in?" he took out his hand inferring me to shake it. i smirked stupidly and shook my hand into his. let the games begin fuckboy gilinsky.

"You're just trouble, Gilinsky." Contains ; sexual situations, strong language, drug use, and violence.