Oh. My. Soul.
They had kissed. Mia had said things and they had kissed! Whoa. They were coming to her now—the feel of his lips, his warmth, and how being in his arms felt so right, like she belonged there, like she was meant to be there.
Oh wow. Wow. After three years she had finally kissed him again, but she could barely remember the details. Stupid.
Dalian’s bright smile dimmed and he looked away from her, trying to appear unaffected but she saw through it. He thought she was regretting what they did.
Oh, if only he knew.
“Good morning, Dalian,” she said softly, fighting the urge to reach for his hand.
He looked back at her, his smile back but not as bright as the last one. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I want to crawl into a hole and die,” she answered.
He scoffed, looking
