Heather’s POV

I was outside, slapped by the cool night air but I couldn't bring myself to go back inside. I stood utterly still, the taste of him still on my lips. The thought felt foreign, so surreal. One moment, I was pulled into a dizzying, breathless kiss that stripped away every layer of caution I possessed, and the next, I was standing alone with silence ringing in my ears.

He had kissed me. Not a polite brush of lips, not a formal peck, but a deep, consuming kiss that had stolen my ...