Makenna’s POV.

As Knight’s lips moved above mine, the only thing I could think of Wolfe. Not Kenzie or even my anger towards her. It was Wolfe. And not because I felt guilty or anything that I was kissing someone else— he’d been the one to say he didn’t want a relationship, hadn’t he? I could kiss whomever I wanted— but because who I was kissing wasn’t him.

Let me explain.

This kiss didn’t have that heat that Wolfe’s kiss had. It didn’t make me want to ...