-Helen Jillian Jill couldn’t get that kiss out of her head. It was the best kiss of her life; it was raw, primal, and way too short. But that had been her fault for stopping it. She knew one hot kiss did not a relationship make. Pre-kiss life consisted of school, worrying about the journals, the note, and the images of the red-haired unknown, who was possibly a murderer. She knew she loved Oliver. That was not even a question. That almost-kiss four years earlier daunted her. Even without the email Oliver had sent, she knew that he loved her. For eleven years since the island, he had been her constant and she loved him for that. No, she was in love with him because of that. In a world where she was all alone, he made it a point to always be there for her. Now, post-kiss, Jill could only replay that ten-second life-altering kiss. It was on an endless spin cycle in her brain. She still struggled for composure. She ignored the little voice inside her head that insisted she read the damn journals, but how could she read when she couldn’t stop thinking about Alexander?
