Amelia could not shake off the tingling sensation in her fingertips as she stood at her doorstep, her key still half poised in the lock. It felt as if tiny sparks had crawled under her skin and settled there, refusing to be ignored. Her heart was misbehaving too, doing peculiar little flips that she absolutely refused to acknowledge. There was no way she was going to stand here like some starry eyed teenager replaying the last few minutes over and over again. And yet, her traitorous mind insisted on circling back to it.
Alan's lips.
