Chapter 179

Sloane had almost forgotten about it, but hearing Maeve's question made the memory of that morning flood back.

His lips were soft—softer than a girl's—with a clean, pleasant scent. Warm and... nice to kiss.

Nice to kiss?

Realizing what she was thinking, Sloane slapped her own face. What on earth was going through her mind?

"What are you thinking about?" Maeve heard the commotion and laughed sugge