Chapter 66

• Melanie walked back into her bedroom, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over her lips. She could still feel it—the ghost of Alex’s kiss lingering like a soft burn on her skin. She sighed, sinking down onto the edge of the bed.
• But just as her body touched the mattress, the memory flashed again in her mind.
• The way he had pulled her close, the way his hands had cradled her face, the way his lips had moved so tenderly against hers. It was maddening.