Because he didn’t deserve her blushes. He didn’t deserve her wanton fantasies and desires. And yeah, he had them, but as she’d discussed with Jill, sometimes that sort of thing just happened. But she was going to make a conscious decision to make sure it didn’t just keep happening anymore. Because one kiss was enough. More than enough. Had it only been one kiss? It had seemed like a lot more. Did you count kisses in the amount of times a man leaned in? Or did you count it by length of the kiss? Did each thirty seconds roll over into a new one? She had no idea. But, even with her limited knowledge on the subject she was determined to be cool. Which was why she could have cussed a blue streak when she saw him the next day and felt her face get hotter than blazes. All intentions of playing it cool were totally not noted and followed by her body. Little slutty betrayer. Her body was in full-on skank mode, and no matter how much she scolded it, it just shook its tushie and kept on with the lurid thoughts.
