After the kiss, Megan stepped back, looking visibly confused. She put her hand to her lips, her eyes wide with shock. "Anthony," she said softly, trying to catch her breath.
Anthony's gaze remained locked on her, his desire evident. "Megan," he began, his voice deep and steady, "I don't know what's been happening lately. But, honestly, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. I think about you all the time. It's like you're constantly on my mind." He ran his hand through his hair, clearly trying to figure out what to say next.
Megan stood there, still processing what had just happened. "Anthony, but you said—" she started to reply, but Anthony cut her off.
