Samantha froze, her throat tight. She could say she was just curious. She could laugh it off. She could keep everything safe, everything untouched.

But the sight of Addison in the moonlight—hair blowing, eyes soft, lips parted as she waited for an answer—broke her last line of defense.

Before she could think better of it, Samantha leaned forward and kissed her.

It was quick, almost clumsy, but real. The warmth of Addison’s lips, the sharp intake of her breath—it was everything Samantha had been trying to ignore and everything she’d been craving.

Then reality slammed back.

Samantha jerked away, eyes wide. “Oh my God. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean—” Her voice...