Maddison Lorenzo.
I gasp awake and sit up so fast my head spins. For a second I don’t know where I am, then everything from last night slams into me all at once. My socks are still on. My purse is on the bed. I’m still wearing the same clothes!
And then I see his face. Adonis’s face, clear as day in my mind’s eye. I hear his voice, the way he looked at me, and I shake my head like I can force the memory out. It doesn’t work. My lips start tingling and I slap my mouth like that will erase it, because I remember what I did with them.
I kissed. I kissed. I kissed him. No. No way.
There is no way on God’s green earth that I kissed Adonis Praxis.
I called Carl last night.
I know I did.
I jump off the bed and dig through my bag, my hands shaking as I grab my phone and scroll through
