Emily’s POV
I scrambled up from the floor, my body still humming, my lips still tingling. I needed… something. Something to shock my system back to reality, to numb the riot of sensation and emotion he’d left branded on my skin.
I went to the freezer and pulled out a tub of Rocky Road ice cream. I didn’t bother with a bowl. I just grabbed a spoon, pried the lid off, and dug in, taking a huge, freezing bite that made my teeth ache. I stood there in the middle of my kitchen, shoveling ice cream into my mouth like it was medicine, trying to freeze out the memory of his taste, the feel of his hands, the devastating look in his eyes.
Liar.
The word echoed in my head, followed by the searing memory of his kiss. It wasn’t a kiss of passion; it was a kiss of possession. An answer to a question
