After Nolan finally drives off, I stand before Carlson's house, totally ignoring her questioning gaze.

I can tell she has a thousand questions to ask, but I am definitely not in the right mood for that because my lips are still tingling from the kisses.

I can recall the way his fingers had brushed past my neck, leaving a sweet sensation still imprinted in my mind.

But Carlson doesn't let me recover before stopping right in front of me.

"What exactly were you both doing in that car? ...