Chapter Eleven
AS HER ALARM went off, Aimee actually found herself eager to be up and about her day. She was surprised she wasn’t exhausted since she was unable to fall asleep right away after arriving home last night. Her mind, as well as her body, was still full of the aftermath of Clint Asher. Nothing happened, of course. Clint behaved like the perfect gentleman. She wasn’t sure whether she was sad or happy about that. A part of her wanted him to take her right there on the couch. Instead, they cuddled while watching the movie and then he kissed her at the door when she said she needed to go. She ran her tongue over her lips, remembering the taste of him, the warmth of his lips as his tongue parted hers and slipped inside, teasing her tongue as they embraced each other, their bodies pr
