Destination Unknown

Maeve

When Kastor pulls out of the parking lot, past the line of students who have stopped to stare at us, my lips are still tingling. I can still taste him. I don’t know what I taste like to him, but to me, he tastes better than anything I’ve ever tasted before.

It’s probably why I get lost when he kisses me. I try to resist. I try to make the kisses short so we’re not stared at. But then his ton