Stella stole a kiss from her elder brother (Jonathan) best-friend's Damian. The latter was not so happy about it. So, she confessed to him what she rated it at.
TWO DAYS LATER
''Are we okay?'' Stella asks, twirling around his finger as they dance at a ball night.
''I'm sorry about the desserts and the kiss too.'' She try to add ''I--''
''Do you regret it?'' Damian interrupted her.
''No, you're a solid eight.''
''Eight?'' He pulled her back flush to his chest as he whispers in her ear. ''I'm an eight in your book?''
''Don't sound so upset. It is good,'' she turned her face and smiled at him. ''I've never had an eight.''
''Eight?'' He repeated as he spins her around to face him. ''What the fuck is wrong with my kissed, baby?''
''They are way too short,'' she said seductively.
As the words left her mouth, Damian....
