Waiting at the festival was the choice of many different activities. The one issue going on was that Jacob dared me to go to the kissing booth. I don’t back down from challenges, but of course, Owen would be working there. I was planning on waiting till his turn was up but Jacob was rushing me; he didn’t realize Owen was working it. Once we got there, I was already blushing and when Owen saw me, he turned beet red too. Jacob didn’t notice it was him until after I paid. Owen smiled wickedly at him and said, “No returns.” I glanced at Jacob and replied, “It’s just one kiss.” But he looked as he was about to blow. I ducked down to sit across the booth and leaning into Owen. I gave him a small peck and then pulled away. But he grabbed my head and thrust me back, forcing me to kiss him again. Jacob interrupted by pushing Owen out of his seat in the booth. I fell back from my seat, still feeling his lips, but Jacob wasn’t having this. He lunged at Owen as the word, “No!” escaped my still surprised lips.