Seventeen

I couldn't get my mind off it. The kiss. His scent. His hands holding me so tightly that I felt branded by his touch. How we had fit perfectly together. I took in a shaky breath. My hands were still vibrating and I couldn't stop it. Why had I allowed him to kiss me like that? Why? Now I couldn't get him off my mind.

And I was stuck in my room, alone. God this was so frustrating!

Shortly after Rafe had ordered me to leave his room, Aramatha had knocked on my door ...