The inside of the car fell into silence.Vincenzo didn't say a word. He simply turned toward Celeste, lowered his head, and rested his face against the curve of her neck. His breath was warm against her skin, while his hands were cool as they slid gently through her hair, brushing the strands away from her shoulder."Vincenzo," she whispered, her voice much softer than she intended.He didn't answer. Instead, his lips moved slowly along her neck with calm, deliberate patience. She felt the faint brush of his teeth against her skin, and her fingers tightened around the edge of the seat without her realizing it.He took his time, moving higher until her breathing became uneven. Every slow touch made it harder for her to think clearly. When his hand slipped beneath her chin and gently lifted her face toward him, she found that all her resistance had disappeared.Then he kissed her.Their wedding was only two days away. In just two days, this strange space between them would finally come
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