What do you do when you're the reigning kissing booth champion but the only person you want to kiss is your best friend's brother?Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women. Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin'-uh.I do care that he's doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain-making him my competition in this year's kissing contest.Why do I care, you ask? Because I've had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was sixteen years old, but I also know it's never going to happen.He's the Creek Falls bachelor to die for, and I'm the Creek Falls racoon lady who puts peanut butter sandwiches out for them every night.I'm not going to let him break my four-year-long reign-no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he's not allowed to: Kiss me