His eyes lifted to mine, and they were filled with fire: violence, confliction, and a flash of possession. “Ask me why I kiss you.” I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. I shook my head. Because I was suddenly terrified of the answer. With his handsome, aristocratic face, he looked like a pissed-off prince who was darkly amused to be denied what he wanted. “I thought you were braver than this, Gianna.” I wasn’t. I’m not.
