This wasn’t fair.

Amy thought as Lucas slowly, almost lazily, kissed her.

This just was not fair.

How was she supposed to not fall in love with him when he kissed her like that—like he had all the time in the world, and he simply didn’t care what he was doing to her?

Amy’s fingers curled against his chest, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. She knew this was dangerous, knew it would only complicate things further, but when his lips moved against hers with that ...