~SCARLETT~
"It was all just a dream," I whisper to myself. I hadn't slept a wink since Carter left my room, struggling to convince myself that nothing really happened.
As I got ready to leave for the Academy, I kept trying to tell myself that last night was merely a figment of my imagination—nothing to worry about at all.
The tingling sensation in my chest, neck, and lips said differently, however. I could still feel his lips on my body. They were warmer and softer than I expected. I inwardly groan, I didn't want to think about his mouth or what that same mouth did to me.
"It was only a dream; why are you thinking about how soft his lips were?" I ask myself; I was annoyed. Very annoyed.
I angrily throw back the covers and step out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. As I pull op
