"At least you should know I'm no longer your enemy."
"Really?"
"Haven't I proven it to you?"
"Yeah… one hell of a way to do so," she chuckled.
"You started it first."
"You clearly read the wrong meaning into what I said," Shantel argued. "And I know you knew I didn't mean it."
"You didn't stop it either."
That shut her up.
She closed her eyes and could hear the throbbing in her arm pulsating in time with the beat of her heart that was still racing from the kiss.
And as much as she hated to admit it, a part of her mind wanted to cling to the warmth of what they'd just shared even as another part fought to shove the moment into a box and lock it away— forever.
"This is bad," she mumbled aloud.
Richard, whose eyes have been trained on her face all the while, seemed to understand her internal struggle. "I know," he said.
"It shouldn't have happened."
"Then why did it feel like the most honest thing we've done all our lives?" Richard asked,
