Chapter 21 Taste Like Red Wine

• Paul knew June wants him. It was written all over her face. He remembered their make-out session in the car on the way to the gallery. Her kisses taste sweet like red wine, and the way her body felt on top of his was divine.
• He arrogantly recalled the memory and keep it at the forefront of his mind. He still has his beating heart as he dialed her number.
• It's been a few days since they saw each other. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.