Jem pov
She kissed my cheek, she kissed my cheek…
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. Why is it bothering me so much? I’ve had girls kiss my cheek plenty of times, especially in the last few months of this cursed trip, and I felt nothing. No, I did feel something, I felt disgusted. But when she kissed my cheek, it felt like I was on fire. I wanted nothing more than to turn my head, brush my lips against hers, and have my way with her. I growled, frustrated, as I tried to stop the angry stomping descent down the slope. I was making too much noise, I wouldn’t be able to get food like this.
Images of her kept flooding into my mind. The way she was half-naked, her full breasts nearly falling out of her opened blouse the day I opened the tent and saw her prostrated on her knee
