C33 ICE THIRTY-THREE: THE SURPRISE UNDER THE STARLIGHT.

MADISON'S POV:

Since yesterday, I haven’t been able to scrub that kiss from my mind. It clung to me, ambushing me when I least expected it—while brushing my teeth, standing under the shower, even folding my scrubs. Out of nowhere, I’d feel his mouth on mine again, intoxicating with the smell of peppermint, hear that low sound he made when I kissed him back like I couldn’t breathe without it