Collateral Kiss
Her pulse thundered as she tilted her face up to his.
This time, she didn’t brush his cheek. She didn’t dart away. Instead, she pressed her lips lightly against his, lingering just long enough for the kiss to mean something.
It was soft. Hesitant. But real.
When she pulled back, her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths.
Dante’s gaze burned into her, his jaw tight, his control razor-thin. For a heartbeat, she thought he might pull her closer, deepen the kiss, demand more. But instead, he simply whispered, “Better.”
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