WINTER
During the kissing contest, when I taste the salt on Nathaniel's neck, something electric shoots through my entire body like I've been struck by lightning.
Which is ridiculous, because this is supposed to be fake. Just part of my brilliant revenge plan. But apparently, nobody told my hormones that memo.
At first, I keep glancing toward Mike and Olivia, savoring the absolutely furious look on Mike's face as he watches me kiss another man. The sight of his jealousy gives me the kind of satisfaction usually reserved for finding the perfect parking spot or watching your enemy trip in public.
Take that, you cheating bastard.
But then, I get so lost in the moment that I completely forget Mike exists. I can't remember the last time I felt this kind of heat, this desperate
