“Like kiss the hell out of her in front of two hundred and fifty people, propriety be damned.” Dante captured my mouth in a proper kiss, and the party, the music, the guests…they were all gone, obliterated by the heat of his touch. It seeped into my chest and my veins, filling me with warmth from the inside out. The type that existed only when you reached the end of a long journey…and found home.
