Shana~
Standing at the row of sinks, I'm caught off guard by my reflection. While that image has been all kinds of crazy today—from lead in lingerie to model and back to friend—the reflection I'm currently seeing is my favorite. I tilt my head one way and the other. After only a few minutes with Trevor, my lips are pink and cheeks flushed. Even my neck is a light shade of red from the abrasiveness of his beard.
Closing my eyes, my chest heaves as I remember the possessiveness in his kiss and the determination in his stare as he asked about Stephen. Maybe it wasn't nice to not answer him right away, but the energy in his demand lit a spark that I didn't want to let die.
With the way I'm reeling, it's burning strong and bright.
I grip the edge of the sink, recalling his woodsy scent an
