**Zinnia's POV**
I kissed Grayson Russo.
I KISSED Chris's brother.
God, I'm so stupid!
I jammed my door shut, my back crashing against it as I tried to catch my breath. My heart slammed against my ribs, the sound reaching my ears. I could barely hear myself breathe.
What was I thinking?
Making Chris jealous? Yeah, right. He was just using me to get on his brother's nerves, and I fell for it!
I FELL for it!
I wanted to die. I wanted to toss myself out the window.
My lips tingled. The sensory image of his lips touching mine replayed in my mind—the feel of his tongue brushing against mine, the way his scent invaded my senses, and the way his hand caressed my body.
My finger twitched, hovering over my lower lip. I pulled it away, clenching my fist.
Why the hell did I kiss him back?
