One night. One dare. One big disaster. I've never stolen before, and I didn't really steal anything this time. I just borrowed a phone-without permission-and gave it back soon after, I promise. He didn't even notice it was gone.
Not too bad, right?
Wrong.
It would have been okay had I not taken a few risque selfies with it to give the silver fox I stole it from a thrill to remember.
>Yeah, I know, just my luck.