chapter eighteen
MORGAN
He kissed me. I’m sitting in the air plane heading home to Belize for five days of rest and relaxation with my family but I can’t get that moment out of my mind.
Will Young, the man who trembled for weeks while holding my hand, placed his lips on mine yesterday.
And I liked it.
I groan silently into my complimentary blanket. When did life become so complicated?
He still hasn’t spoken to me and I don’t want to hear it unless he has an explanation for the kiss.
Is there a chance that Will might… like me?
Our understanding never extended to this possibility. And from the way he’s been giving me space since yesterday, I don’t think he’s open to the possibility either.
I’m not sure of what to do. Thank God I’ll be at my safe haven in just a few more minutes. Fra
