Justin

There are a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t have kissed Devan again today. Two of them will be seated in the cab of the same truck for three hours later today. There is only one reason I can justify what I did—I wanted to. I wanted to know if I’d blown BK up in my memory, if she was not the absolute best kiss of my life. I thought that knowing her identity would take away from the way her touch affects me.

Part of me wanted ...