CORBIN

She pulled away from me and my first instinct was to draw her back to continue what we started, but if I didn’t stop now, who knew how far we’d go? And the front seat of an Escalade was not where I wanted my first memories of Hazel to happen.

The vehicle was too warm, and her peach shampoo invaded my senses. My brain was only working half as well anyway. If she continued to look at me like she did, I’d kiss her again, and once that happened, I’d never ...