Benedict

I have no idea what possessed me to kiss Sloane, especially when her uncle was right there. But now that I have, I want to do it again.

The look on her face was priceless. I think making Sloane Hartwell speechless is my new favorite pastime.

I lick my lips on my way to my car. Honey. She tastes like honey. It’s a perfect taste for her. It’s sticky and messy but fucking delicious.

I grin as I get in the car. “What are you smiling about?” Bethany asks.

“Nothing.”

“I ...