She even closed the door quietly. Then she leaned back against it, and slid all the way down until she was sitting on the entrance floor of the empty foyer landing. “Holy shit,” she murmured, touching her mouth with her fingertips, as if trying to determine whether or not what had just happened had really happened, or if she’d somehow had a psychotic break and was presently living in some alternate universe. Because if what had happened had just really happened . . . “Ben Campbell kissed me.” And not the sweet, innocent kiss of adolescent fairy tales, either. No, sir. That had been a grown-up, take-no-prisoners, fully mature, adult kiss. The kind of kiss that led to naked frolicking and— “Oh my God,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as her mind helpfully filled in details of where that kiss might have led. One thing she already knew was that Kerry hadn’t been wrong in her assumption about Ben’s . . . um . . . pine. Her phone vibrated in the pocket of her coat just then, making her jump.
