Chapter 32
He finally went home to a very restless sleep and rose late with the memory of the kiss still fresh in his mind. He ate breakfast without noticing what was on his plate, distracted by the questions constantly chasing around his brain. Did Blackstone regret the kiss? Was that the real reason he’d been so eager to get away? Had it simply not been a very good kiss? Leander only had one other kiss to compare it to and although David’s kiss had given him pleasant butterflies, that was nothing compared to the storm of emotion that crashed through him at the sensation of Blackstone’s lips and body against his. Of course, Blackstone had much more experience, so perhaps the kiss hadn’t been anything special for him.