Gianna
Roxanne has been blowing up my phone all morning, and I have no idea why.
Last night, panic took over and I turned my phone off before climbing into bed. I needed silence. Distance. Anything to quiet the storm in my head. When I finally turn it back on now, twenty unread messages stare back at me.
I groan and let my head fall back against my wardrobe door, eyes unfocused. My lips still tingle, sensitive and warm, like his mouth never really left them. A slow smile curves against my will.
Dmitry kissed me.
He kissed me, and worse, he confessed his feelings so openly it left me breathless. I should feel happy. I should feel chosen. Instead, guilt coils tight in my stomach.
Kevin does not deserve this. I begged him to help me forget Dmitry. I asked him to be my anchor, my safet
