And she could think of no better candidate for a first kiss than a hot singer, who, while having a questionable fashion sense, was still pretty damn attractive. The only bad thing about this encounter was that it would eventually end, she thought. But Ken tried to ignore that, for now. She wanted to live in the moment. To experience and enjoy her first romantic encounter.
She did. They both did. For several minutes of solid making out.
Before they heard the side door slam.
At first, Ken figured it was another one of the band members. Maybe if they saw what was going on, they’d give the two some privacy. But that idea shattered into a million pieces when she heard the voice. “What the fuck?!”
The two disconnected immediately, one out of surprise and annoyance, the other out of fear. No, no, no, Ken thought, her mind spinning. Damnit. This was the last thing she wanted.