Yara

I laugh when I’m embarrassed. It’s a completely inappropriate response, but I can’t seem to help myself. So, when Warren pulls away from our kiss, a kiss that I totally got swept away in, I’m mortified. He’s naked, and I’m practically naked, and I was pressing my body against his. If Charlie hadn’t interrupted us, there’s no telling what would have happened. And Warren is still recovering. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Of course, the only way for me to hide my ...