Gina wondered. The more important question was, would she have let him? This kind of complication was the very last thing she needed. She pressed her fingers to her lips, imagining just what she would do if he did kiss her. After kissing him back, of course. The part of her that wanted to know what it was like to kiss Reed Hollingsworth hadn’t grown out of it, perhaps never would. She’d spent much of her teen years wondering what it would be like if he ever turned to her, if he ever leaned over ever so slowly, what it would be like. Would her world explode or dry up until it was nothing but dust? Would his kiss be like a man’s or a boy’s? She’d been infatuated with him as a girl, but now that she was a woman, all of those thoughts and feelings came rushing back tenfold. But for him, she wondered if it was part and parcel to playing house with her.
