I stepped forward then, because I was a masochistic bastard with a penchant for torturing myself, and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Bye, Shannon.” “Bye, Johnny,” she whispered, shivering on the doorstep. I turned around and walked straight to my car, not daring to look back at her. Masochistic or not, if I turned back and looked at those midnight blue eyes again, I was going to drown in them.
