Kiss My Ash
Ash Jenkins was the typical boy next door. Wait, who am I kidding? There was nothing typical about that boy.
He was tall, ripped, and had the voice of a man twice his age.
Sent to live with his dad after getting in some trouble with the law, he was definitely someone I needed to stay away from.
But he had his sights set on me, and he didn’t try to hide it.
Did it still make me a cougar if I was the prey?