So, if someone had told me that this day would end with Crew Turner kissing me I'd probably have laughed in their face then gone home and ate an entire pint of ice cream while doing my best not to cry in my pillow. I'd imagined what it would be like, what those amazing lips would feel like pressed on mine, how his body might mold against me, how he would taste if I ever got the chance to kiss him.

Imagination? Pfft. Pale comparison.

Maybe my inner feminist ...