-Nathan-
I was no longer sure why I had embarked on this trip with Megan. As we sat in the plane, flying back, Megan had decided to take a nap. She appeared really tired the next morning, as though she hadn’t slept at all. I couldn’t claim I had either.
Throughout the night, I kept replaying that kiss in my head. I hadn’t anticipated what would transpire. I had intended to deliver the final blow, but things had shifted. When I gazed into her endearing brown eyes, I became lost, and then I tasted her. So sweet. As sweet as she had been at the masquerade when I had tasted her desire on my fingers.
Sh*t! Now I was dwelling on that. I shouldn’t have let things escalate, but it was as if I wasn’t in control as I kissed her. The way she whimpered against me, and how she gazed up at me, lost,
