My heart pounding painfully hard, I say faintly, “You’re insane, is that it? You’re a crazy person.” “You know I’m not.” “I can honestly say I don’t even know my own name right now.” “It’s Kayla,” he says softly, then leans in and presses his lips against mine. It’s barely a kiss. There’s no tongue. There’s hardly any pressure. It’s only the slightest brush of his mouth over mine, then it’s over. And I’m gasping.
