Violet
Anthony hasn't mentioned the kiss from last night, and I haven't either. To be honest, I'm not sure how to bring it up. If he can't remember it or if he did it because he was drunk, and it meant nothing…it will devastate me.
That's not to say it didn't affect me. I went to bed with my lips tingling and spent all night convincing myself not to cuddle up next to his warmth. By not mentioning it, I figure I'm saving us both the embarrassment – him for doing it and me for thinking it might have meant something.
“You look amazing." Anthony's voice is hoarse as his green eyes sweep up and down my body. I can feel it in the fiber of my being. My skin pricks with awareness, and I can feel my breasts swell against the lace of my bra. I didn't start having actual physical reactions to men
