IT ONLY TOOK ONE brush of Juniper’s lips against mine to know that this kiss would haunt me forever. Considering how close I’d been to kissing her on the dance floor, I should have predicted this. I had predicted it in a way. It was why I’d asked Grayson if Juniper could stay with Nessa; my self-restraint was so fucking weak that I barely trusted myself around her. But what I hadn’t predicted?
