“That was a lot of pent-up aggression, Salvatore,” I say and brush the back of my palm down his cheek. “Where am I with my debt now?” “Right where you were two hours ago.” “That doesn’t sound quite fair.” He lowers his head, leaning toward my face. “I don’t give a fuck.” I sigh, then pull his head down until our lips touch. “So, I still owe you everything?” “Everything, Milene,” he whispers without lifting his mouth off mine.
