Maybe that had really happened. Or maybe that had really happened. Either way, my forehead tingled where he'd kissed me. A good tingle, but not the kind that normally drenched my panties when he was purposely shoving my desire levels up. It was a tingle that slopped some of the goop out of my head and then dusted and rearranged my thoughts some. The air seemed a little lighter and didn't press so tightly against my skin. My muscles felt looser, and the static noise had been turned down to ...