Most of your friends have already had their first kisses, boyfriends, etc. Yet you treat your mouth as if it’s heavens gate, and the rest of you like you’re the TSA. You never let anyone in. That is, until Andrew came along.

Now you’re sat on Andrew’s kitchen counter, being bombarded with kisses. He eventually pulls away from the kisses to speak.

“You’d never have a boyfriend, huh?” He teased, referencing to your past statements of how ‘boys are stupid’ and ‘I’d never have a boyfriend’.