It wasn’t a hardship since she’d been awake for a while. Embarrassed over last night’s misstep, she hadn’t slept well. God. She’d actually kissed Trent. More proof that she was insane. Not at all herself. While technically he’d kissed her, she sure hadn’t objected. Or resisted. In fact, she’d fully participated. No matter how she tried to spin things, that was the truth. Pausing with her hand on the doorknob, she listened to him moving around, then heard the quiet sound of kitchen noises. She really hoped she was right. If he was in the kitchen, she could make a dash to the bathroom without running into him. She wasn’t quite up to that yet. Trent probably wasn’t, either. After the kiss his mood had changed. He’d been plain grumpy. She got it. She did. When she was scared, she did a lot of things that she wouldn’t do normally. Like kiss him. And think about what he’d look like without those worn jeans.
