Chapter 11

The bright morning sun poked through the blinds warming Bryce's cheeks as he stared at the newly painted ceiling like he'd been doing for the past several hours. Based on the little amount of sleep he'd actually gotten, he should have just stayed up and moved on to plastering the dining room after he was finished with the living room, but instead, he mistakenly thought he'd be able to get some sleep after that mindboggling kiss he'd shared with Markie. He could have plastered this big old house in its entirety and it wouldn't have taken enough time for the effects of her kiss to wear off his lips...heart...soul.

Dammit.

This was exactly what he feared, wanting her more than he could bear. If he just hadn't kissed her he'd be okay. He would have never known the potency of it - the effect she'd have on him. He'd assumed it in the past, but now he knew for sure.

Dammit.