AMELIA
I breathed in, admiring the flow of the forest outside the car window. I was trying to do anything but think.
About several things - most of which were, needless to say, about Erik.
I could still smell him on me, taste him on my lips. I still had the feeling of his body pressed against mine, of his arms wrapped around me, imprinted on my skin. The feeling of his chest heaving rhythmically under my head - though I'd been too sleepy to realize it that morning.
It was truly crazy: so much had happened in the span of a few hours. I'd beaten up and dumped Devon once and for all, now that he had shown his true face; there had been the unexpected and sudden opening of Erik, who'd revealed to me, of all people, such an intimate and deep part of his own soul ... there had been that kis
