Dear God, he’d kissed her...

Any self-control Jeremiah could have used to pull away dissipated when she leaned into the kiss, her tongue sliding against his, sending tendrils of heat through his entire body.

Before he could deepen the kiss, though, she pulled away. Her breath was heavy and her eyes wide, and he realized what had just happened.

“That was so bad,” she moaned.

He grimaced. “The kiss was bad?” he asked, unable to help himself.

She shook her head even more furiously. “The kiss was too good. That’s what makes it so bad.”

“So you liked the kiss?”

She looked at him through her fingers. “That’s not helping. There’s no way we can do that again. Jessica will flip if she finds out.”

“I’m not going to tell her about it. Are you?”

“No way,” Renee responded immediately.

“So,” Jeremiah said slowly, picking his words with care, “if neither of us tells her, and she doesn’t see us, is there any reason why we can’t do it again?”