Chapter Thirteen
Sean clenched his hands into fists over and over again. Squeezing hard, he curled his fingers and dug his nails into his palms. He barely registered the pain. There was too much pleasure running through his body. If he didn’t get himself under control, he’d surely reach for Ruhi again and repeat that kiss.
It had been chaste by all standards. His fourteen-year-old-self had kissed Cindy Bartlett longer and more firmly than that. He’d perfected the French technique with Lucy Tucker at sixteen, but that too paled in comparison. Just the slightest touch of his lips against Ruhi’s, just for a matter of seconds, and he felt the world shift.
With that shift of his inner axis, Sean could take the brightness of the sun. The clapping of the people gathered, which would have made
