Wren
I slammed my bedroom door behind me and immediately leaned against it, chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon, not just any marathon, the kind where the prize was Damon Vale’s tongue down your throat.
What the hell just happened?
My lips were still tingling. My skin was still buzzing. My brain? Utterly fried. I touched my mouth like I needed to confirm it was still there yep, definitely there. Probably swollen.
I stared at the ceiling like it held answers, like it could tell me why my lip was tingling and my body was still humming like a live wire. The house had gone quiet again, but my chest hadn’t.
Damon’s kiss still clung to me. The taste of him, the feel of his mouth on mine it wasn’t leaving me any time soon.
God, what were we doing?
One kiss, fine two? That was a pat
