Fourteen
He never should have kissed her.
Big mistake. Huge.
Over the next few days, Bash cursed himself over and over. Toni seemed to have forgotten about that kiss. She never mentioned it, and treated him with the same light and teasing manner as ever.
But he couldn’t forget, damn it. No matter how hard he tried. He could still feel the lush press of her mouth against his and the lithe vibrancy of her body.
Every time he set eyes on her—bustling around the bar or jogging down the boardwalk—he remembered.
He remembered when Toni introduced him to Katerina, who gave him a cheeky smile as she thanked him for the job.
Not knowing what would chase away the memory, he doubled up his workouts at the gym Toni had told him about. He always checked to make sure her truck wasn’t there before
