The Purest

My lips are on the smaller side. Thick and round. Perfectly kissable.

The perfect pout can get me anything I want.

Almost everything.

Except being kissed. Since I was a day old, my sacrilegious parents were warned I was cursed. Their one day old baby couldn't kiss anyone.

Absolutely EVER.

A kiss that would bring a downfall that even God couldn't save us from.

So imagine this.

Me, Phillipa Ossani, on my knees, my satin gown in a pool around me, hands wrapped around the Ossani's most detested enemy, lips sealed with mine.

I've said my prayers, everyday. But no one can save me from my own self-made ruin.