My teeth worry at my bottom lip. He just wants a do-over to make up for the experience I ruined. He’s not asking me to join the Cosa Nostra. It’s just one kiss. One kiss and he’ll smuggle me out of the club, so I won’t get arrested. After that, I’ll never have to see Roman Montesano again. “Just one?” I ask. The corners of his lips lift into a smile. “If you want more, I won’t object.”
This is perfect I love this
