12.1

He closed the gap then, his lips already familiar, like they’d imprinted on my soul. He pulled back much quicker than I would have liked.

“Get some sleep. You were magnificent in there today.”

And then he was gone, walking to his car and leaving me feeling like I’d drunk a thousand of those brown sugar lattes I loved so much and would never sleep again. I got into my car and drove home, not even seeing the road around me. Not exactly safe, but I’d shifted into some kind of dream world where a man like Boston was crazy for me and nothing bad could touch me ever again. I pulled into my driveway and grinned like a mad woman when I saw Frank wasn’t out on his porch to greet me. See? Things had already changed for the better. Boston had magic lips.

“Hey, wine princess.”

The voice of my best friend, somewhere in the dark, had me jumping so high I almost twisted an ankle as I stepped out of the car.

“Ash?” I hissed into the dark, gaze darting around until I found her sitting on my welcome ma