Chapter 12
NANCY
God must have known what he was doing when he put the apple out for Eve to eat.
Or, rather, the devil.
Yeah, the devil. He was a smart one.
Because he understood that temptation—in all its nuances—is the sweetest flavor there is. Or the sexiest.
Because Andrew Fletcher in all his male glory and valor might be the sexiest flavor I have ever tasted.
I’ve never known a better taste than the one I get when Andrew shuts the door to our shared bedroom in his family’s Connecticut estate, his eyes hungry as he crosses the room, lifts me off my feet and plants his mouth on mine.
It’s surprising.
So shocking I almost choke on my tongue. But he saves me…by sucking on the same tongue and taking it into his mouth to stroke it in the sexiest kiss of my freaking life.
He tastes
