Merlina waited at the edge of the abandoned park she had chosen, tracing slow circles into the gravel.
The cold wind brushed against her exposed skin, but it wasn't strong enough to erase the warmth lingering from last night, him, his touch, his voice, his breath against her neck.
Why she couldn't stop replaying it was beyond her. Now she had no choice but to face him, not even a full day had passed since he kissed every inch of her body.
She hadn't planned to see him again. Not this soon. The plan was simple: ignore Craig Lesnar. Pretend last night hadn't happened. Pretend it hadn't meant anything.
Because Craig was a walking, talking red flag. Who kisses a girl like that, holds her like she's the only soft thing he's ever touched, only to act smug about it a few minutes later?
He was gloating, like he'd won something. 'Thank you for letting me see how bad you want me.'
