About KISSING IN CARS (Kiss and Make Up, Book 1)
About HE KISSED ME FIRST (Kiss and Make Up, Book 2)
About A KISS LIKE THIS (Kiss and Make Up, Book 3)
I am lying in bed, staring at my ceiling.
No matter how hard I try, it’s impossible to fall asleep. It will not come to me.
Glancing at my clock, I note the time: 12:17 a.m. Groaning, I flop to my side and grab the iPod off my bedside table, put in the ear buds, and click to my “Mellow” playlist.
Letting out a long breath I hadn’t realized I was holding in, I close my eyes and give in to what I’ve been fighting all day long: the image of Weston. The undeniable attraction I feel. The flutters I felt throughout my whole body when I caught him watching me.