Chapter Twenty-Two
We make out in Damien’s car in the Smuts parking lot. The city lights sparkle in the background, cheesy love songs play on the radio, and my heart rate rises as Damien’s lips move against mine, our tongues entwine, and his fingers slide through my hair.
This is right. This is perfect. This is definitely not boring. Noah was definitely wrong.
UGH! So why am I not burning up with fiery passion? Why am I wondering who the ping on my phone two minutes ago was from? Why, for freak’s sake, am I thinking about Noah instead of the guy I’m currently kissing—his best friend?
Damien’s hand travels slowly up my leg, pulling my skirt up with it, and I decide it’s time to stop this. I put my hand on top of his, halting his progress, and pull away from the kiss. He chuckles. “Yeah,
