[Come now.]
Like hell I was.
I slid my phone back inside my skirt pocket and tried to pretend I was interested in whatever Irene and Autumn were talking about.
That had been the seventh text message Nicholas had sent me that morning.
That had also been the seventh text message I ignored.
It was certain I’d catch hell from Nicholas. But I couldn’t even look him in the eye when I gave him a peck on the lips. And yesterday’s was far worse than a simple touch of the lips.
Just then, the memory of our kiss resurfaced in a surge even though I tried to bury it and I flashed back to yesterday. Something I promised myself I would forget, just like the first time. Something, with this flashback, I knew I broke once again.
His mouth capturing mine in a gentle yet shattering kiss.
My body melt
