A first kiss is a right of passage for both young men and young women. Do you remember your first kiss? Was it a peck on the cheek? Did it come from the football player or cheerleader? Were you in love or little more than friends? Hannah won't be able to forget her first kiss, if only it would come! Check out this wonderful new book by Sarah Vance-Tompkins to see just what Hannah and Theo have in store!
Drama student Hannah Evans isn't kissing any frogs on her path to find Prince Charming. She's determined to share the perfect first kiss -- with the perfect boy -- in the perfect place -- or she's not kissing at all. When Hannah meets a cute ginger-haired boy in first class lounge in the London airport, she knows he's 'The One.'
Pop star Theo Callahan is on the road to get as far away as possible from his back-stabbing best friend, and his supermodel girlfriend who broke his heart. Until one shy smile from Hannah has him rethinking all of his travel plans.
Theo is smitten, but he's worried she's just a groupie in search of the ultimate selfie. Can Theo learn to trust Hannah in time to share one perfect first kiss, or will Hannah be forced to kiss a frog?
I stood up stealthily and raised my iPhone over my head and snapped off a dozen rapid-fire selfies of me hanging over Theo’s sleeping body in the next cubby. You couldn’t see his face, with his arms thrown up over his head. The tips of his unruly, red hair stood out against the white of the pillow under his head, and his brightly colored tats were so distinctive, there was no mistaking who he was.
I knew it was wrong. It was as unethical as a big-game hunter taking photos next to an endangered species that he’d just poached. I shouldn’t be taking Theo’s picture while he was asleep, but I couldn’t stop myself. And I shouldn’t have to. Theo was, after all, a public figure. He should be on his guard. For all he knew, I was a crazy psychopathic fan-girl, or worse—the crazy, psychopathic friend of his biggest fan-girl. He should be more careful. Seriously.
I did have a momentary pang of regret. How would I feel if someone took pictures of me while I was sleeping?
Violated. Confused. Angry.
I justified my stalker behavior by comparing it to what Julia’s behavior would be if our roles were reversed. Julia wouldn’t take clandestine photos of sleeping Theo Callahan.
Oh, hells no!
She would be sitting on Theo’s lap, engaging him in flirty banter across the entire transatlantic crossing.
“You’re not going to ‘not get’ a selfie with Theo Callahan if he’s sleeping next to you in first class,” Julia would say with a gleam in her eye.
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