A kiss could be a comma, a period, a question mark, or an exclamation point. It can be any punctuation, really. Riley's just happens to be all of them. But if punctuations are supposed to make statements clearer, how can a kiss be so confusing?
Riley Henderson is just like every teenager. She likes to make her parents proud, fights with her siblings endlessly, yearns for true friendship, struggles to belong, and hopes to find herself somehow, someday.
She also secretly dreams of true love.
So what happens when Lucas Jacobs, cynical, sarcastic, but sweet and absolutely gorgeous, steals her first kiss?
But he just had to belong someone else.
So how does Riley deal with kissing Mr. Confusing?
She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses.
He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him.
She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower.
Passionate.
SADITIFIED.