TARYN POV
I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I kissed him.
Sure, it was only a kiss on the cheek. And sure, he said it didn’t count, that it wasn’t breaking the rules, since we’re not f*****g or haven’t f****d or…or…whatever — but f**k.
I don’t know what came over me. What possessed me to lean across the center console in his mustang and press my lips to his cheek? Maybe it was how helpful he’d been, finding that law for me and making sure I knew about it. Maybe it was the extra cookies he bought me because I liked them so much. Maybe it was because everything was just so damn easy with him, so natural.
Or maybe it’s because I am just a crazy person. Or a glutton for punishment. Or both.
“It’s fine, Taryn,” I say for the thousandth time as I pull into the parking lot in front
