NELLY SAT IN HER living room with her finger pressed to her lips. A memory of her kiss with Erik sparked to life, and fragmented images popped up in her vision. The brush of his fingers against her skin. The nudge of his nose. The pressure of his lips against her mouth.
She still couldn’t quite believe it. Erik had kissed her. When he pulled back, Nelly had been so shocked that she simply turned and shot into her house, slamming the front door behind her.
It was a childish response, but in the moment no other course of action had appealed. What had Erik been thinking? How could he kiss—no it wasn’t just a kiss. He’d savored her, slowly melting her bones with each tender brush of his mouth.
savoredShe had been kissed before, but never like that. An ocean of yearning beyond the physical
