“After a quick clean up, I flopped back into my bed, staring at where I’d left that scene bookmarked and closed in the center of the bed. I wanted that so badly – the passion, the need, the heat. I wanted Shawn to look at me that way, with possessive desire rolling off him in plumes. I wanted him to kiss me the way Clay had, for it to not be a joke or a pretense, but real.”
