It had been a good kiss. Better than good. It had been amazing. As in mind-blowing, earth-shattering amazing. A mortified groan left her, and Lessia dug her palms harder into her eyes, not even caring about the darkness when crushing shame ripped into her. She’d kissed Merrick! Worse, she’d liked kissing Merrick. And perhaps worst of all—he’d kissed her back.
