Leslie POV
Leslie was seated on one of the softest sofas she had ever been on.
Not that she had had the opportunity to be on many.
She would have loved to swish her butt on the sofa but the eyes staring back at her didn't let her be comfortable.
Presently, she was facing the adoptive parents of Zane, alongside Lucas, who was seated beside her.
Taking a side peek at him, he was the perfect picture of comportment.
Was he not affected by what had happened between them? Was it so easy to forget?
Sleep evaded her because her mind and body couldn't stop replaying the kiss.
D*mn it! Now that she had felt his lips on hers, she wanted to taste more. Just once more.
Clenching her fist that laid on her thighs, she shook the thought off her mind. This wasn't the time or place.
Glanci
