Chapter Forty Two: A Stunning Side to the Heartbreaker

Celine I held the pillow to my face as I lay on the bed, feeling embarrassed to the core. I wished I could turn back time. I shouldn't have agreed to that silly challenge. Trevor would never let me hear the end of this. Now, he would be twice as annoying and pestering than he had been initially. How could I have gotten lost in the kiss? My body still tingled from the passionate lip lock we had shared earlier that morning. My fingers touched my tender mouth, and my lip pulsed in response, the moment at the pool flashing in my memory again. I understood why women fawned over him and groveled for his attention despite his rakish reputation. "I don't care," I flung the pillow off my face to the side of the bed, leaping up to a seat. "I reacted like any typical woman would. It's not fair that he was such a good kisser." Good was an understatement for Trevor's dexterity at kissing. He had years and lots of experience to hone his skill. I fell back on the bed, staring up at