ELENA
I splashed some cold water on my face to get rid of the remnants of incomplete sleep. How good it felt to finally get some rest!
But that over-smart man had to wake me up, and that too using his wicked tricks. It was the second time he kissed me on the cheek.
And perhaps he had already kissed me on the lips, stealing the first kiss of my life!
I shook my head. Though there were many similarities between Devon and the French guy who had stolen not only my first kiss but also my heart, there was no way Devon could be him.
Devon was everything but warm and loving. He was cold as ice, hard as a stone, had an ego taller than a mountain and was a sadist who enjoyed my misery!
'And yet you cannot stop yourself from expecting more than necessary from him, Elena.' My subconscious had to comment on that.
