Fireworks (True North, #6)

by Sarina Bowen

Even now I feel my world tilt subtly in his direction. Twelve years later and he still has his own gravitational pull.

“She said that sexual experience is supposed to be like a room that’s yours to decorate however you want to. Without anybody else’s interference.”

Our kisses run together like episodes of a hot new show—each one a cliffhanger that requires another. We’re binge-kissing.