I walked off the plane, glancing down at my phone; pretty bummed that Howie hadn’t said anything. I mean, I didn’t either, and I was still scared. I let out a breath as I glanced around, looking for Alexa, and shoved the phone back into my back pocket. I really felt like crying, oh, and sleeping. I was passed worn out and honestly, wasn’t sure I could take anything else being tossed my way. But that wasn’t my luck as I stopped short of running into someone. His arms caught mine and I had to blink a couple of times.
“Resa!” he exclaimed before his mouth was on mine. I held onto his shoulders to try and keep my balance, along with what was left of my sanity. What the f**k was going on? Why was he here? And why was he kissing me in a very public spot?
I glared at him as I finally pulled awa
