Christie

I woke up the next morning with my head spinning. I stayed under the covers for a long time, staring at the ceiling and replaying those few minutes in the kitchen over and over. Him slipping out of the shadows unexpectedly, the sudden tension, the way his breath felt against my skin, his hand around my neck—it had been perfect, and it had been a total disaster. I still didn't know which one of them it was.

Was it Caleb? Or Colton?

A knock at the door made me bolt upright. My father ...