“I’m no quitter, Berkeley. Give it your best shot.”
Tristan inches toward me, dipping his face to meet mine.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, his blue eyes focused on mine.
I lean forward to kiss his cheek, but he backs away.
“Not there. Here,” he says, pointing at his full pink lips.
My eyes drop of their own accord, and as he licks his plump lower lip, my heart begins beating frantically.
I can’t kiss him. It’s…wrong. But how the hell am I going to back out now? I need a distraction and like now.
“Hey, kids.”
Crisis averted.
I pull away so quickly, my head spins, and I smash into Quinn, who sits beside me. As soon as my flesh touches his, my skin is alight.
He looks perfect, as usual, in a tight white T-shirt, black jeans, and a leather jacket.
He pulls in his bottom lip, his white tee
