Sloane knew she had a big day — probably a momentous day — coming up, and yet she couldn’t quite bring herself to go right to sleep. She performed her usual nightly rituals of brushing and flossing and moisturizing, and pulled her hair back in a loose scrunchie so it wouldn’t get tangled while she slept, but her mind was only partly attending to those tasks. The whole time, she couldn’t help thinking about the pressure of Jeremy’s lips against hers, the lean strength of his body as she leaned into the embrace.
No matter how you looked at it, that had been one hell of a kiss.
Even now, her skin seemed to tingle at the memory, and her need for him was a deep, throbbing heat in her very core. At the time, she’d wondered if she was crazy for initiating that kind of intimacy when there was a
