Justin
There are a thousand reasons why I shouldn't have kissed Devan again today. Two of them will be seated in the cab of the same truck for three hours later today. There is only one reason I can justify what I did—I wanted to. I wanted to know if I'd blown BK up in my memory, if she was not the absolute best kiss of my life. I thought that knowing her identity would take away from the way her touch affects me.
Part of me wanted it to be true, for the feeling to be gone.
It only took a second of my lips on hers, her face in my grasp, the sounds of her breaths in my ears to know I'd made a horrible mistake. I should have spent the day pretending I didn't recognize her. I should have kept with the mantra in my head about her being Ricky's little sister.
Newsflash—she isn't little a
