MARI

Twenty-four hours had passed since the last time Oliver’s lips touched mine, but the taste of him lingered on my tongue. He drove his scent into my senses and I couldn’t clean him out. I walked down Main Street enjoying the shops and trying to use the quiet of the morning to clear my mind, but nothing worked.

When I pulled away from Oliver with Pierce’s name on my lips, he looked like I’d taken a knife out and stabbed him in the chest. We parted quickly ...