The alarm blared like a siren in a war zone. I jolted upright, heart pounding in my chest. I blinked into the gray-blue light of early morning, confused. I didn’t remember setting it. My hand flailed until I smacked the snooze button into silence. 5:00 a.m.
I sank back into my pillows, groaning softly. My body was warm under the covers, but my mind was wide awake—haunted, buzzing.
Jackson.
The kiss.
Oh my God.
My fingers crept to my lips before I could stop them, brushing gently over the skin. I could still feel him. The heat. The hunger. The way his mouth had claimed mine like it was inevitable. Like he’d been waiting for it. Like I had.
I groaned again, this time into my pillow. I was not the kind of girl who melted into the arms of someone she barely knew. I had rules. Boundaries.
