After Rhane had entered the mansion, Jenna stood at the same place. A lot of things were running through her mind all at the same time. She touched her lips, pressing her finger on them.
Soft. Warmer than she expected. Slightly parted like they were waiting for something, no, someone. Her fingers lingered there as her thoughts spiraled deeper, her feet moving but her mind far, far ahead.
Rhane had asked her to enjoy the rest of her afternoon, as if he hadn't left her with such wild thoughts. Even in his absence, she still wondered what kissing him would be like.
Would it be fast, like he couldn't hold back? Or slow, like he wanted her to feel every sinful inch of him pressing in?
