“The officer asks me if I want to press charges against Trent and I glare at him like he’s grown an arm out of his ass.”

“I crave his presence, his body, his voice, his laugh, his everything.I need him.I need Trent.”

“He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I’m paralyzed. I swear he’s going to kiss me. I swear I’m going to let him.”

“Trent has kept his promise. He makes me smile every day.”

“I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him.”

“Now that I’ve come to terms with the fact that the bastard is going to affect me whether I like it or not, he’s even hotter than before.”

“What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?” I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. “Believe me, you have my full attention.”