Greta's POV
I watched Demien close the door behind him as he left my room. When the door finally clicked closed, I sat down heavily on the bed with my hands resting on my chest.
No! It was pure madness. How could two men make my heart beat the same? The kisses might have been different in rhythm, but they had the same effect on my heart and body system.
I had asked Demien to kiss me because I wanted to see the effect his kisses would have on me. Derek's kisses had felt as if I was falling from a skyscraper and Demien's had given me the same feeling.
Demien once kissed me in his studio, but I had his kisses compared to those of Dylan. Why do I feel the same way about them? I decided that I had to kiss Dylan that same day to just be sure I wasn't mistaken.
With a resolve to have Dyla
