He chuckled darkly. “Nothing about you is obvious, angel.” He grazed his thumb against my jaw as he held my face in his hands. “You are a paradox, through and through, and I think I’d thoroughly enjoy spending the rest of my life trying to figure you out.” “Dominic Huntington, are you getting soft on me?” I smiled and then brushed my lips against his, enjoying the closeness between us—the momentary reprieve from all the madness.
