KESTER.
I dropped my phone onto the passenger seat, exhaling slowly as I rubbed my palm over my face. For the hundredth time, I had checked, second-guessed, and reassured myself that I was doing this right. It felt unnatural, unfamiliar—but the urge to make Kasmine happy had become something I could no longer ignore.
I didn't know how to do things like this. Romance, relationships… they had never been my forte. Not because I didn't indulge in women, but because I had never actually felt anything for any of them, but now I was willing to learn.
I had never been in a relationship where I actually felt something for the woman before. It's safe to say Kasmine was the first. The only one who had ever made me feel anything real. And whatever this feeling was—this restless, possessive, all-con
