Shea’s P.O.V.
I never expected my Valentine’s day to end up this way. How did I go from a date with my now ex-boyfriend to making out with my best friend? I am not disappointed with how it has ended. I couldn’t be any happier than at this moment, but the butterflies in my stomach can stop, but they won’t. Every time we kiss, he touches me or even looks at me. They go crazy. I guess I’m going to need to get used to it. This man has that effect on me.
We had not moved from the couch for at least an hour. I was still straddling Dakota’s lap, not wanting to move. We make out, then sit there holding onto each other, not saying a word. We repeated this several times in the last hour. I was leaning my forehead against his after another make-out session. We were both panting, trying to catch our
