Jessa

I don’t think I stopped smiling the entire drive home.

Even now, with my pajamas on and the house quiet, the warmth from earlier clung to me — the slow drive, Noah’s voice when he said my name, and that kiss that still tingled on my lips.

I pressed the pillow to my face like it would muffle the ridiculous little squeal trying to escape. Noah Carter kissed me. Not a dare, not a prank, not one of those cruel “let’s mess with Jackson’s sister” stunts. Real. Soft. ...