9
VALENTINA
I drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. I kissed Brantley. Holy s**t, I kissed Brantley. Or he kissed me. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. We kissed.
And it was borderline orgasmic. A kiss shouldn’t be that good. Was I just out of practice? It had been a long time since I’d kissed a man, and years of quick kisses from Dawson definitely left a lot to be desired, but I couldn’t remember it ever being like that with him.
“I should go,” Brantley said suddenly. He jumped up from the couch and paced toward the door.
“Oh, um, okay.” I followed him, all the yummy feelings dancing around inside sinking like lead in my gut. He didn’t feel the same things. I was trying to keep myself from smiling like an i***t and he was just ready to get the hell away from me.
God, I was such
