Wendy's POV

The sun burned through the cream curtains and infused the room with a warm golden light. My very own heart pounded from the kiss last night. My fingers grazed my lips as I sat up in bed, replaying it again and again in my head.

I kissed George.

Despite all he'd done, despite the pain, I'd let him kiss me—and worse than that, I'd kissed him back as well.

Whitney's words echoed in my mind. "You're playing with fire, Wendy. You know how it ends."

I took a deep breath and rubbed my oily hands through the tangled hair. I was not going to do it. Not this...