But now my mind, and my hormones, are working overtime. I'm seventeen, more than old enough I think to know what I want. I've always been a good girl, always did as I was told. Maybe too good if it took only one heated kiss to turn me into a seething inferno.
It's as if someone had turned a switch and I've gone from the sweet Caitlin Lyon who's never put a foot wrong to this person who has s*x on the brain. Or maybe I've always been this way and had just repressed myself until now. Whatever the case may be, I don't think this Genie is going back in the bottle.
"What's that look for?" He finished drying his hands with the dishtowel as he looked at me awaiting an answer. He lifted his brow when I didn't answer right away and I didn't miss the way he swallowed under my intense gaze.
"Oh n
