gave her the highlight reel, carefully skimming over the part where he’d almost kissed me. Because that? I wasn’t ready to admit that had happened. The memory made me feel played—like I’d walked into a trap I should have seen coming. It was exactly the kind of move someone like Romolo Ferraro would pull. He hadn’t meant anything by it. I knew that. He was trying to mess with me. Get under my skin. So why had I considered—just for a moment—letting him do it? I really was an idiot. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, fluttering my wings dangerously close to the heat.
