“You’re all I’m going to think about in that arena,” she whispered. “Not that guy back in Twelve?” he said only half-jokingly. “No, he made sure he killed anything I felt for him,” she said. “The only boy my heart has a sweet spot for now is you.” Then she gave him a kiss. Not a peck. A real kiss on the lips, with hints of peaches and powder. The feel of her mouth, soft and warm against his own, sent sensations surging through his body.
