K Effect
The K effect hits you like a punch to the face after meeting a Kinga. She’s wild, hot, tough, and hides a sugary sweet side that makes you want to rip your clothes off and cry at the same time.
I walked into the bar and saw her. Now I’m walking out with a broken heart and a bruised ego.
He texted me and said, 'I think I’ve been K’d.' I replied, 'That’s not a thing.' He said, 'It is now.'
I tried to ignore her. Now I’m in her bed. I didn’t even wear pants.