Grace
I touched my lips, blinking as if I still wasn’t sure it had really happened. My finger traced over them slowly, like pressing too hard might erase the memory. They still tingled.
So… that was what it felt like to kiss him.
Even though it lasted only a moment, I could still feel the press of his mouth on mine. His lips were soft and perfect. My chest tightened as heat rushed to my face, and without thinking, I licked my lips, still tasting him there, before shaking my head quickly. “No,” I whispered to myself. “You can’t do this. You can’t…”
You don’t get to kiss your boss and then sit here thinking about how good it was. That’s insane. That’s terrible of you. That’s harassment, Grace. He has rules, and you broke one. You kissed him. You crossed a line.
I scolded myself silentl
