Alex had lowered his mouth to hers. Alex was the one who started kissing her.Those were indisputable facts. And yet he dared to try to put the blame on her for what had happened.You kissed me back.Brianne turned onto her back, kicking her legs harshly to free them from the bed sheets. She groaned in frustration—and then realized it wasn’t the sheets she was frustrated with.She was frustrated with herself.Because Alex had been right. She had kissed him back.But only because he had dared to kiss her first. He had to take the blame for this. Brianne found herself wondering why she was trying to assign blame so badly. A kiss wasn’t the worst thing in the world. And at least she had been the one to stop it.The answer came to her almost immediately. She wanted to assign blame because she’d enjoyed the kiss.As the thought came to her, she relaxed her rigid body and allowed herself to remember the feel of Alex’s lips against hers. They had been soft and moved with skill, igniting heat in her body she hadn’t felt for a long time.In over three years.She sighed, savoring the memory of the kiss and the way it had electrified every cell in her body.
