The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef
Somehow, she couldn't help but snort out a laugh, which was followed by badly held in snickering as she curled into him.
He kissed her cheek, her forehead, nose, chin, bridge between her eyes, her jawline, everywhere but her lips, boyish grin filling his face as he teased her and whispered nonsense in her hair. How in the world could she stay mad with that? Especially when Declan blocked her view of Serenius, and kept smiling and kissing her. A grin grew on her face involuntarily, and after some chuckles and pretending to try and make sense of Declan's ramblings, she lifted her face and caught his lips with hers, quieting him and her worries. Declans lips were rose petals to kiss, likely kep
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