He wrapped his arm around my waist, and I saw his smile before his lips descended on mine. He kissed me. Softly. Poetically. Like he loved me. And I kissed him back the same way because when Dex Hardy kissed me, my soul melted. I wanted the man who took care of me, who remembered my breakfasts, who’d saved me from that car wreck, who’d save me from anything. He was doing it here too—saving me—even if he probably wouldn’t admit it later.
