The rest of our vacation wasn't quite the same. After we had shared our kiss, Dax had avoided trying to kiss me or do anything remotely romantic. It was like a switch had completely changed inside of him, and he was back to professional Dax.
We were back to square one. I wondered why he had stopped our kiss from getting farther. Dax had seemed really interested in me the day before. I thought he was possibly feeling something stronger than a friendship for me. I guess I was wrong.
That kiss replayed in my mind. I could still feel his lips pressing against me in phantom memory. I touched my lips as if the kiss had just happened again.
I tried to push those thoughts away, as I packed up my belongings for our trip back to the mansion. Dax had wanted the trip to be one day longer, but I c
