Cassandra
I kissed Crayvin. Crayvin Smith kissed me.
Holy. Mother. f*****g. s**t.
If this would have happened seven years ago, my little heart would have burst right out of my chest. Heck, even now -seven years later- it affected me more than I care to admit. My brain couldn't think coherently with his lips on mine. His tantalizing assault was too darn distracting. The heat had risen from my toes to my chest, my cheeks too. When Tarra and Miles had come back to pick me up, I took one glance in the mirror and saw how flushed and disheveled I looked.
Tarra didn't appear as surprised as I had thought she would be when I had told her exactly what happened. She did insist on hearing every little fragment of detail though, worrying to the degree he did something that was sure to cost him his
