Jesse entered his apartment quietly, but his mind was far from calm.

He kept remembering the kiss and why Lorraine did it.

It wasn’t his first kiss, but there was something about Lorraine’s lips, soft, warm, and a little clumsy that made it hard for him to forget. His heart had raced, his mind had gone blank, and even now, standing alone in his room, he could still feel the faint warmth on his lips.

He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. "Stop thinking about it," ...