While deciding between a rather sultry black dress that seemed better fitting for ‘clubbing’ or an elegant white dress perfect for a southern afternoon with family, Kayla could not forfeit her thoughts of Devon. Even as she tried to focus on the hurt he had caused her, she couldn't help but also think of the way her heart swelled in their better interactions.
The moments remained in her mind on repeat form the rescue he gave her the night that they had first met into the first kiss given to rescue her pride that melted into when they had s*x for the first time. And with the attempts she made to ignore this, came the more tender moments; the ones that weren’t based on a fleeting orgasm; the dinner in Sonoma, the confession at his house, the entire day full of flirtatious want and promisin
