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slides, but I was jealous of their bravery, of their ability to climb up high and to have fun while doing it.
    For someone who thought her brain might explode at the suggestion of the calm, serene zip ride, I’m pretty amazed at myself for having done a bungy jump.
    “You too, Logan,” I reply, unable to resist the surge of pride from rising inside me. I give him a friendly punch on the arm. “I can’t quite believe you got me to do it.”
    “It’s all you,” he replies, our eyes locking. I’m suddenly aware of our close proximity. “I’m so glad you came along for the ride.”
    As I look at his handsome face, a stray hair that came loose from my ponytail during the jump blows across my cheek in the gentle breeze. Logan reaches out and brushes it away, grazing my cheek. His touch causes a tingling sensation so intense, so intimate, my heart rate quickens as my Girly Bits clench in expectation.
    I catch my breath and my gaze moves down his face to his lips, wondering how he would taste, how his lips would feel pressed against mine.
    Before I know what’s happening, his soft, sensual lips are on mine as we pull one another close, locking ourselves in an incredible embrace. And oh, it feels so good! As our tongues find one another his fingers slide up my neck and through my hair, tangling up in it, bringing my nerve endings alive. It’s like an electric shock.
    Instinctively my entire body responds to him, as I arch my back at his touch, my desire for him coursing through my veins, my knees turning to jelly.
    Our kiss is ferocious and deep, full of the promise of fulfilment as it releases the sexual tension between us in an exquisite explosion. My whole body tightens with lust. My Girly Bits, now fully awake, scream for more.
    Kissing him is better than anything I’ve ever done. Ever. In fact, I wonder why I’ve bothered doing anything else in my life. I could live and die here in his arms, kissing this sexy, strong, wonderful man.
    I’m like a heroine in a Forties movie, swooning as the handsome hero takes me in his arms. It’s so real, so right.
    “Woo, yeah!”
    A loud cheer interrupts our moment.
    Suddenly realising my mistake, I pull away, shocked I allowed my feelings for him to sneak out. I look down at the ground, shifting my feet, smoothing my hair— anything not to look directly at him—as my cheeks redden in embarrassment.
    “We get a lot of that after these jumps,” the guy who had untied our ankles in the boat says to us.
    I turn to him, grateful for the distraction. “Really? I bet you do. All that adrenaline and stuff, I guess?”
    “Yeah, but don’t let me interrupt. You can pash your boyfriend all you like.” He grins lasciviously at me.
    “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” I reply, hurriedly.
    “Even better!”
    I glance at Logan and notice he’s enjoying our exchange, smiling to himself.
    I clear my throat. “Logan, we should go.”
    “Sure,” he replies, as I turn on my heel and walk away as fast as my trembling legs can take me.

Chapter 7
     
    BACK IN MY HOTEL room, I try hard to concentrate on answering emails but can’t stop my brain—and my body—from thinking of our kiss.
    I can almost feel him pressed hard against me, our tongues entwined in our delicious, heat of the moment kiss. I’m virtually having a wet dream about this guy and it was just a kiss: an incredible one, granted, but just a kiss nonetheless.
    I sit back at the desk in my room, looking out at the lake. It all happened so fast I can’t work out who initiated it. Was it Logan? Was it me? God, I hope it wasn’t me and he was just being polite by kissing me back.
    Do people kiss like that out of politeness?
    Oh, why did we have to kiss at all? Sure, we were on a high from our jump, the adrenaline was surging, and we did have a fantastic day together. But I had vowed not to let my feelings get the better of me.
    No. It was a mistake, a mistake on an epic scale. Not only did I break my rule to stay away from