*Aryanna*

The moment Darren’s mouth found mine, everything blurred. There was no Lisa, no deception, and no double lives, just his hands on my skin, his breath tangled with mine. The heat between us intensified by the second. I reached for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling in my hurry, and he laughed softly against my lips, that familiar deep chuckle that was equal parts teasing and dangerous. I hated how that sound still managed to pull me under.

For a fleeting, dangerous ...