Chapter Fifteen
PRESLEY
The next morning, my body is still buzzing from finally crossing that line with Colton. I can still taste him on my lips, and being here with him is like living in a romance book. How could this really be my life? I don’t date. I’ve never been kissed with such fervor that my breath was literally taken away, but each time Colton kissed me, my emotions were ready to bubble over. There were zero doubts about how he felt as he poured himself into me, and though I’m scared to admit how I feel, denial wasn’t an option with his lips pressed against mine.
I try to push the thought of him away, but it’s impossible. All I can see when I close my eyes is how good he looked in that navy blue button-up shirt and slacks. I’m a sucker for the cowboy garb, but last night? Damn.
