With one kiss, I was his.
All it took was one look, one kiss.
The promises he made—I should have known better. He was a rock star, and I had no time for a guy like him in my life.
I fell anyway.
I believed his promises. Held onto them and waited.
But the thing about rockers is that their private lives are never truly private. Seeing him on the cover of a national tabloid shouldn’t have surprised me.
Seeing him with two women all over him?
That nearly broke me.
Now the memory of that first magical kiss was TAINTED.