The next day, Amelia’s mind was completely consumed by memories of the night at the lake, which was very, very bad. If fatigue already hindered her concentration in class, those memories completely incapacitated her brain. Although she was sitting in the classroom, staring at the slides the professor was showing, she couldn’t see anything. All she saw were images of Daniel in her mind—the expression on his face when she touched him, the husky tone in his voice when he called her name…
Feeling her face heat up, she shook her head, pushing the memories away for the tenth time that morning. This was terrible, and not just because it distracted her from understanding the lectures. It was bad because she knew what she did was wrong. She shouldn’t have given in to what she wanted. She shouldn’
