Storm fading to a distant murmur, hours passed in restless wakefulness as one memory refused to let go.

The kiss.

It had started as a dare. A joke between two people trying to survive the weirdest three days of their lives. But it hadn’t felt like a joke when his mouth touched mine. It felt… real.

Like something we weren’t supposed to want, but did anyway.

And I had been the one to pull back. I said the words I thought I was supposed to say.

“Friends don’t kiss.”

Liam neither ...