AVA’S POV
I kept rolling all over the bed, twisting and turning, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Raymond’s lips on mine, that particular moment struck in my brain…
The way he held my waist. The way his breath felt warm against my skin. The way my heart practically exploded in my chest.
I groaned, grabbing a pillow and smacking it over my face. “Why am I like this?!”
But, of course, my brain wasn’t done torturing me, another memory hit me—our first kiss back in high school.
It was after he won the Olympic Cup. The whole school was cheering, cameras flashing, and before I even realized what I was doing, I had run up to him and kissed him. Right there. In front of everyone.
I found myself smiling like an i***t at the memory.
Then I sat up straight. “Nope.
