Kiss, Lie, Kneel

SLOANE

Over sixty minutes had passed since Zane's headlights pulled away from the curb, yet I remained flat on my back, tracing the outline of my mouth against the ceiling's wash of shadow. The contact with Zane ought to have jolted something awake in me. Instead, all it left was a flat, vacant chill—nothing even close to the bruising heat Vance left behind every time he touched me.

My fingertip