The moment our lips touched, a crackling surge of electricity ricocheted through every part of me. Instinctively, my eyelids fluttered shut, and I clung to his body, feeling a blast of adrenaline so powerful that no amount of cliff diving could compete with it. Nope, it was clear to my poor, fickle heart that only one person could pull the strings of my heart like this. Hugh Biggs. His kiss was a featherlight touch. A soft, sweet brush of his lips.
