What was she going to do? She could still feel the lingering effects of Marco’s soul-shattering kiss. He was certainly right about that. Heat like they had was rare. She’d certainly never had anything like that with her ex. Even when they’d been in the new phases of lust she hadn’t felt like that about Dave. His kisses never consumed her, just the thought of his touch never made her wet like Marco did. Even now, as hurt and angry as she was she could feel the moisture in her panties, the side effect of Marco’s kiss. She sagged against the wall and sat on the floor. Her mind raced in every direction. Was she being an idiot to let this bother her? Was she kidding herself that she’d be able to hold onto someone as sexy as him? Hell, once his picture was splattered over the cover of the firefighters’ calendar every woman in the tri-state area would be all over him and then what? Maybe that was part of her problem. As much as she knew Marco wasn’t like Dave, a small part of her worried about whether she’d be able to hold onto him.
