“Alisa said to tell you no puppies.” “A peacock is not a puppy,” Jameson said innocently, and then he brought his lips to just almost graze mine—an invitation, a gauntlet thrown, an ask. Yes. With Jameson, my answer was almost always yes. Kissing him set my entire body on fire. Losing myself to it, to him, I felt like standing at the base of something much more monumental than a castle. The world was big, and we were small, and this was everything.
