Davina's POV

Every time I told myself I wasn’t going to think about the kiss anymore, that was all I ended up thinking about. Even now, a day later, while I rode in a town car with Carlotta right next to me, I could feel him, taste him, smell him.

Every time I reached up to touch my lips, I had to remind myself that I wasn’t alone in my room. I didn’t have the freedom to let my mind run wild.

It had been doing a little too much of that lately.

“Aw, come on!” Carlotta said, patting me ...