"Goodnight... love you, my little Pippi..." With her eyes closed, Stella Lockwood puckered her lips and pecked him on the mouth. Then, satisfied, she fell asleep...
Sean Quinn was utterly stunned.
A kiss.
He had been kissed.
At that moment, Sean Quinn was frozen stiff, as if he'd been electrocuted. A tingling numbness shot through his limbs. His mind had only one thought. 'H-h-he... his wife had just stolen his first kiss! The first kiss he'd protected for over twenty years... just like that, she'd claimed it in a drunken stupor?'
'Then again, if he counted that underwater kiss from the other day, this wasn't technically his first.'
'But the underwater kiss had been a total accident. So what did that make this one? Another accident?'
'And she was completely wasted, totally oblivious to what she'd done, yet here he was, a storm raging inside him. This infuriating girl... how could she just use being drunk as an excuse to be so reckless?'
