Amelia studied him, feeling a bubble of laughter trying to sneak out her closed lips. Lips that still tingled from the light contact of his mouth. She realized her toes were curled up and straightened them. Her thoughts weren’t so easy to straighten. For all she knew, this was her first kiss. With a man she hadn’t even known for twenty-four hours. It felt good, but it wasn’t. There was too much about herself, about her life, that she didn’t know.
Luke had been right to say that she couldn’t run from her past, not even inside her own head. And she couldn’t start a future, or even an interlude, with anyone until she’d sorted it all out. What she was feeling may feel real, but it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. Real feelings evolved from knowledge, from long association, not from proximity and isola
