REWRITE THE STARS
How could she tell him that his every touch exhilarated and frightened her in equal measure?
“Then we should do something about it.”
Behind his head, Calleigh could see the Byzantine white domes, arches, and sharp spires of St. Marco’s Basilica. Sunset caressed his handsome face in warm reddish-pink light.
“Here, querida.”
Gabriel took the coat he’d carried on his arm and wrapped it around her. He was so handsome, Calleigh thought in a daze, as she tied the belt of her coat. So starkly powerful, wearing a black coat over a black shirt and black pants.