Chapter 11

Iris What was that all about? I COULDN’T look at him without thinking of that kiss. I could still feel the firmness and softness of his lips. I could still taste him and feel his touch that stirred something inside me. How could I stop when all I could think was how good that kiss was? The synchronizing of our lips, the heat radiating between us, and the hardness of his bulge poking on his jeans were a constant reminder that we were on the same page. Suddenly, he seemed to regret it. I...