Dressed in a gray buttoned shirt partially open to reveal a golden expanse of chest and tight-fitting jeans, Jason looked so much hotter than she remembered, causing her to swallow. It was her first time to see him again after their unholy pact at the auditorium four nights ago. Every night, she had tossed and turned, wondering what would happen next. She had imagined all sorts of things, but none of it came close to the truth. Jason bent down to kiss her cheek, and she automatically raised her head to meet him halfway like she always did. It was not, however, his usual kind of kiss, and Keanne’s breath caught in her throat at the way his lips seductively lingered on her cheek. His scent teased her, but she did not let his nearness and sheer attractiveness make her forget the most important thing. “You made me wait,” she accused him. He was supposed to be at her house thirty minutes ago. Jason’s eyes flashed, the scorching-hot emotion in it making Keanne’s toes curl. An arrogant smirk then formed on his lips as he said simply, “Yes.
