What do I even say to that kiss?
That kiss…was amazing. For starters, it was freaking mind-blowing. I’ve never been kissed like that. Okay, I’ve never been kissed, period, unless you count the slobbery pecks from eager thirteen-year-olds when we used to play Spin the Bottle. But I don’t. Those kisses aren’t even in the same universe as Jax’s kiss.
What does that kiss even mean? Does he see me as more than a friend? Was it mere curiosity or fleeting hormones? Does he want to repeat it?
As I sit here, snuggled against Jax’s chest, I realize that I want him to want to do it again because goodness knows I do. Maybe I shouldn’t want it. But that kiss elicited emotions in me that I never knew existed. His lips created an almost painful burning desire to feel him again.
The drive back from
