Kate
The second I stepped out of the car, the air hit me like a slap.
My legs felt steady, but only because I forced them to be. Inside, everything was a mess. My heart was still beating like Dante's hands were still on my skin. Like his mouth was still on mine. Like I hadn't just climbed off his lap, looked him dead in the eyes, and dared him to deal with what we were both pretending wasn't happening.
I walked into the house. The hallway was quiet, and I was grateful for it. No Nicholas with his annoying smirks. No Sophia avoiding eye contact. Just silence—finally.
I made it to the stairs and started up, one step at a time. The second I closed the door behind me, I let out the breath I'd been holding since I left the car.
My hands went to my lips, brushing over them. They still tingled.
I hated how much I wanted more. I hated that I could still feel his grip on my waist, his breath on my skin, the tension in his body as he tried not to lose it completely.
I crossed the room and drop
