What has she done? Arianna thought as she paced up and down in her room. No, what had gotten into her? Arianna knew if Winters hadn't interrupted them, she would have kissed Marcel and maybe, even done something more.
"Ugh!" Arianna groaned, running her hand through her hair, and then stomped back to her bed where she pulled the covers over her body. However, still, she was plunged by her encounter with Marcel, the memory playing in a loop in her mind.
The way his lips had felt when they brushed against her. The electricity that zinged through her body? Had he felt it too? That connection? Mimi was right, she was indeed attracted to Marcel. She felt something for him, maybe, but then, he wasn't her dream mate. Marcel was not the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
