Chapter 11
Elsie
Elsie had managed to get home through the blizzard, but it was scary. Her car slipped around every corner and she'd almost gotten stuck a half a dozen times. She parked and went upstairs to her apartment to slip into her pajamas and snuggle into bed. As she crawled underneath the covers, she couldn't stop thinking about how she'd almost kissed Oliver. She'd almost crossed a line that she knew she shouldn't and the idea of that scared her.
What if that had happened? She thought. I could get in so much trouble.
Still, though, she couldn't deny the fact that tasting those lips of his did sound nice. She wondered what kind of kisser he was, whether he was slow and sensual, or firm and aggressive.
No, Elsie, no, she told herself. Stop thinking about that right now.
She sh
