Tiffany could feel the crazy need taking her over again, just like the first time she’d kissed Devin. She considered pulling back—shutting it down, or at least tempering her emotions enough that he wouldn’t think she was a lunatic. But he made her feel that way and she had promised herself long ago that feelings were not a game; if she felt them, she’d show them.
Her mother manipulated them like weapons until Tiffany doubted that she would know a true feeling unless it introduced itself with an exceptional stock portfolio. And if her ancestors Lillian and Pearl had managed to speak their true feelings so long ago, perhaps all of their lives would have been different.
And Devin made her feel her emotions—and though they were mostly unfamiliar, they were powerfully wonderful ones. His roug
