Amara Tyler Collins has always been the object of my affection. He just doesn’t know it. I’ve spent years admiring him, fantasizing about him, but never once making a move. That is until I see him across the room, already a few beers in and drunkenly decide to press my lips to his. One minute I’m sharing a drink with a friend, and the next, I’m Kissing My Crush . Now I’m trapped at a beautiful resort with the man I so desperately want to avoid, to celebrate the nuptials of our dear friends. I can feel his eyes on me. He’s watching. Waiting for what I’m not sure. The fear of rejection is too strong for me to mention the kiss. That night is on constant replay in my mind. I often wonder how he would react if I could confess that to me, our kiss was not a drunken mistake. Tyler Quiet, sweet Amara, the one woman I never expected to crave and the one I can’t seem to shake. One unexpected kiss, and now all I can think about is her lips pressed to mine. I’ve managed to avoid attachments, keeping things casual and enjoying one day at a time. Yet, a timid blonde marches across a hazy bar and grabs hold of my hair, giving me the kiss that changes it all. Changes me. She wants to pretend it never happened, but I never was much for playing games. She might want me to believe the kiss was forgettable, but we both know better. Hands down the hottest kiss of my life. That moment with her wasn’t nothing. It was everything. It was the turning point and the start of something I know without a doubt will be more than we both ever could have expected.