The room was dimly lighted with candles, and the only other illumination came from the moon shining in through the open window. And despite the relaxing nature of the luxurious suite, my heart was beating a little faster than I had expected prior to an action that would pop my virginity like a cherry on top of a cake.

The splattering sounds of my date showering made me gulp, and my trembling hands rose to clench my chest. How could something always I had wanted now seem so terrifying? Especially since I would be doing it with a smoky adonis that looked as if he belonged in some sort of romance novel. Well, everything might have been slightly normal and less nerve-wracking if this same man was not the brother of a college mate I secretly liked ever since freshman.

Then how the hell did I end up on the bed of the brother of her crush, right? Now, it sounded really awful to describe it that way. But I guess I might just have to do a little flashback to two months ago; an unforgettable and most embarrassing period of my life that I would never forget; the moment that led to my dating scandal with the hottest Hollywood actor of all time. Damon Salvador.

Ok, for starters, if the impression of ending up sharing a hotel room with a literally perfect guy made you think that I am some sort of hot and popular chick from school, well then, you are wrong. Not even close.

You know those kinds of insecure girls who went around with oversized hoodies and baggy pants who basically live in the school library, and spent their free time surfing the most boring depths of Wikipedia while trying to ignore the fact that they have never dated before not to talk of holding hands with a boy? Yeah, you got it, that was me. I was a simple nerd girl, ever since kindergarten, whose biggest dream was to become a famous scientist someday and save the world.

For someone that everyone around her thought of her as weird, I was pretty alone most of the time except when I had to converse with similar nerds from school clubs. And I was fine with it. I hated being noticed after all. Well, until I met my eyes on this particular hot basketball player from school, and noticed my heart change rhythms at the sight of him.

And gradually, I came to the conclusion that I had a really really huge crush on him the moment I found myself utilizing my free time stalking his Instagram and Snapchat. That was actually my closest to him. I doubt that school star even knew a nerdy freshman like me existed in Redwood. I mean, have you seen the kind of girls that swoon around him? I definitely have no chance, a probability less than zero.

So the question? How did I end up kissing Trevor's brother and throwing myself in a huge dating scandal with a celebrity who made my unnoticeable life noticeable by everyone including people from college, reporters, trolls, anonymous social media accounts, and most importantly, Trevor?

Simple. I just went over to him, and stupidly asked, "Hi, can you kiss me right now?" Of course, that simple story has a more complicated background, which is why my two months flashback would be needed for more understanding.

The biggest lesson I have learned in my entire life? Never kiss a stranger because I, Annie Tatcher, did that single act and my entire silent life had a complete 180-degree turn. One mixed with complicated dramas, misunderstandings, and unexpected feelings from admirers I never realized I had. Just by being Dalmon Salvador's fake non-celebrity girlfriend. Well, I think things are becoming more real to the point I am offering him my virginity as though it was an item on sale at Amazon.