EMMA
I woke up with my heart hammering so hard I swore it rattled my ribs. For one long, breathless moment, I didn’t know where I was, only that Gabriel’s mouth was still on mine. His scent lingered, that warm pine-and-winter spice blend that clung to my clothes and somehow got into my bloodstream.
I squeezed my eyes shut, mortification rolling through me like a storm. I kissed him. Or… he kissed me? Or we kissed each other?
The memory was both too sharp and too unreal like a dream that left fingerprints. His hand cupping my jaw, the way he’d hesitated for a fraction of a second, the heat that lit up my entire body, I groaned into my pillow and buried my face deeper.
Great. Absolutely wonderful. I, Emma Collin, the awkward, keep-to-herself, very-normal event planner had just made a co
